( well that's not fucking ominous at all. miray looks at her phone... thing... in shock for a moment, and then types very angrily: )
You're lucky I physically can't walk very far or I'd leave just to spite you.
( she wouldn't, really. alva knows she's here, at the very least, and so long as she doesn't move that means he can find her. that doesn't mean she's going to completely listen to him, though, or at least not the spirit of his command — she gets up to walk a little bit, moving tenderly, investigating the medbay. it's not at all like the one in gloriana, and she's still poking around when andyr finally shows up. she's about to say something snarky, when he just comes out with — that.
she listens as he speaks, eyes going progressively wider. he doesn't lie, not to her — there'd be no point, what could he gain from it? — but it still sounds too far-fetched to be true.
far-fetched and miraculous. )
We're not in a House?
( it's her first, stupid thought, but she can't — she can't believe it, she can't just accept it. she was going to die in glory, but now she's in space, and she's moving for the door before andyr's done speaking. he corrals her toward a bed and she groans but goes, staring over his shoulder at the door.
and then the next sentence, and she's just staring up at him again. two years? how the hell could she have missed two years?
What? What happened, what have I missed? Am I — ( dead, she doesn't say, but of course she is. she purses her lips for a moment, easing herself up until the bed and ignoring the twinge of her staples. after a moment, she lets out a breath and looks back at andyr. )
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You're lucky I physically can't walk very far or I'd leave just to spite you.
( she wouldn't, really. alva knows she's here, at the very least, and so long as she doesn't move that means he can find her. that doesn't mean she's going to completely listen to him, though, or at least not the spirit of his command — she gets up to walk a little bit, moving tenderly, investigating the medbay. it's not at all like the one in gloriana, and she's still poking around when andyr finally shows up. she's about to say something snarky, when he just comes out with — that.
she listens as he speaks, eyes going progressively wider. he doesn't lie, not to her — there'd be no point, what could he gain from it? — but it still sounds too far-fetched to be true.
far-fetched and miraculous. )
We're not in a House?
( it's her first, stupid thought, but she can't — she can't believe it, she can't just accept it. she was going to die in glory, but now she's in space, and she's moving for the door before andyr's done speaking. he corrals her toward a bed and she groans but goes, staring over his shoulder at the door.
and then the next sentence, and she's just staring up at him again. two years? how the hell could she have missed two years?
What? What happened, what have I missed? Am I — ( dead, she doesn't say, but of course she is. she purses her lips for a moment, easing herself up until the bed and ignoring the twinge of her staples. after a moment, she lets out a breath and looks back at andyr. )
Why will this be hard for Alva?