[ He stops some paces away, trying not to let the open space of the room (and the quiet) overwhelm and distract.
His greeting is cut off by the question. Eyes remain fixed on the Prince, shoulders squared like he's standing in a line. ]
The folks that don't wanna be here - what happens to them? [ There are, approximately, a million and one questions buzzing around his head: about the nature of the symbiote, the leftover items in the rec wing, the emptiness of this place. Those he has time to learn. Their arrival had been one part rescue, one part conscription, and one part irreversible change done to them in their sleep. Parker had outright rejected his place here, planning on going home somehow. Ilde had accepted it in tears, believing she didn't have a world to go back to.
Even if it's walking back into certain death, he wants to know that they at least have that choice. ]
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His greeting is cut off by the question. Eyes remain fixed on the Prince, shoulders squared like he's standing in a line. ]
The folks that don't wanna be here - what happens to them? [ There are, approximately, a million and one questions buzzing around his head: about the nature of the symbiote, the leftover items in the rec wing, the emptiness of this place. Those he has time to learn. Their arrival had been one part rescue, one part conscription, and one part irreversible change done to them in their sleep. Parker had outright rejected his place here, planning on going home somehow. Ilde had accepted it in tears, believing she didn't have a world to go back to.
Even if it's walking back into certain death, he wants to know that they at least have that choice. ]