[Lavi's quiet for a long moment, watching Jingheng with -- is it concern in his Bookman eyes? Maybe it is. Maybe it's a moot point now to try and pretend neutrality, when his head's not even in the game.]
The dead don't get much else, do they? Besides their last words.
[well, he thinks, aside from them. or maybe they're the same, now that they know they can die here.]
I didn't get to say anything when I bit it. ...What about you?
[ he shakes his head calmly, offering an explanation. ]
It's a structure connecting disparate points in spacetime. We utilize it to travel from galaxy to galaxy.
If you're out in open space and not on the inside of a ship, it's likely you won't make it. It will stretch you into infinity. Or until you die. Whichever comes first.
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Even if it may have meant for the best.
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'There will always be war', huh. He tips his head back and exhales, his breath a noisy sigh.]
...I shouldn't judge when I haven't even seen it for myself.
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The things that people will do to win can keep you up at night.
[ he settles his hands into his pockets now. ]
Dying words...
Sometimes they just speak your name like the most vile swear for the things you did.
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The dead don't get much else, do they? Besides their last words.
[well, he thinks, aside from them. or maybe they're the same, now that they know they can die here.]
I didn't get to say anything when I bit it. ...What about you?
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[ and then as he looks back at him, meeting his eyes. his own remain narrow, stormy and gray. ]
Being killed by a wormhole is... complicated.
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...Is that the name of a weapon?
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It's a structure connecting disparate points in spacetime. We utilize it to travel from galaxy to galaxy.
If you're out in open space and not on the inside of a ship, it's likely you won't make it. It will stretch you into infinity. Or until you die. Whichever comes first.
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...Yeah, I can see how that makes it complicated.
[how dying like that would prevent you from saying anything, or even thinking of anyone.]
It's not the same, but... mine was drawn out too. It made me wish I died faster.