[He shrugged his shoulders, letting the topic of conversation go without a fight. There was no real point discussing it, was there? They wouldn't remember it when they went back, assuming they all would. Gabriel's motivations were his own and like always, the older man seemed to take the path with the most danger but also the biggest payoffs. That's how Gabriel won the First Omnic Crisis.
It was interesting how the first time Ana had died, he had spent years blaming himself. He thought that he would revert back to that in finding out that she had gone back this time, but honestly, he mostly just felt numb. He couldn't tell what that actually said about him, but he supposed that his hair couldn't go any more white these days, so no point sitting on the grief.
Mourning was something he didn't do much anymore. He liked to think he didn't care enough to, but that was wrong. Maybe he just hadn't stopped in the last six years.]
That's fair. You've suffered your share of losses over the years. Now what? You live the dangerous game of whatever you're doing in Talon. For the last few years, you've been stuck in a place that you'll never remember when you go back, so what's the actual point of investing, right? [He had no doubt that Gabriel could flesh out the assessment for hours on end. Maybe there would even be a story or two about the other him that had been here for years.
Best he could do was poke Reyes to open up the flood gates before the man hit the drawling barely conscious stage of waxing and waning depressive slurred poetry. It probably wouldn't even rhyme.]
No point. I stopped celebrating birthdays years ago. [No point celebrating when alone. He took another sip from his drink, holding it on his tongue a little longer than the first time.] Maybe if we get drunk enough, we can wake up thinking we're home.
[Of course it was emotional bullshit liquor. Why was he not surprised at all?]
Fruity drinks were never my favourite. [He wasn't about to refuse free booze that would knock his socks off.]
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Date: 2019-08-10 08:53 pm (UTC)It was interesting how the first time Ana had died, he had spent years blaming himself. He thought that he would revert back to that in finding out that she had gone back this time, but honestly, he mostly just felt numb. He couldn't tell what that actually said about him, but he supposed that his hair couldn't go any more white these days, so no point sitting on the grief.
Mourning was something he didn't do much anymore. He liked to think he didn't care enough to, but that was wrong. Maybe he just hadn't stopped in the last six years.]
That's fair. You've suffered your share of losses over the years. Now what? You live the dangerous game of whatever you're doing in Talon. For the last few years, you've been stuck in a place that you'll never remember when you go back, so what's the actual point of investing, right? [He had no doubt that Gabriel could flesh out the assessment for hours on end. Maybe there would even be a story or two about the other him that had been here for years.
Best he could do was poke Reyes to open up the flood gates before the man hit the drawling barely conscious stage of waxing and waning depressive slurred poetry. It probably wouldn't even rhyme.]
No point. I stopped celebrating birthdays years ago. [No point celebrating when alone. He took another sip from his drink, holding it on his tongue a little longer than the first time.] Maybe if we get drunk enough, we can wake up thinking we're home.
[Of course it was emotional bullshit liquor. Why was he not surprised at all?]
Fruity drinks were never my favourite. [He wasn't about to refuse free booze that would knock his socks off.]