[ the glass remains by her lips, hovering just a hair's breath away from full contact, frozen in place when he starts to speak. she hadn't expected him to give her much — this wasn't like the chapel, forced into a small space with little else to do but trade confessions to pass the time — but she's no less welcoming of it when he gives.
like that day in the chapel, she tries again to picture his world. dark and bright at the same time, some advanced technological colony on a different planet, different moon. she can't help but picture hover cars, bright neon lights and aliens of different shapes and sizes. she doesn't even know how much of those would be accurate, if any at all.
somehow, picturing him with a sister (younger, she assumes, from the protective, familiar way his words curl around that word) feels the greater feat. ]
Temporary, [ she repeats, as if putting more voice to it will make it any more real. as if any of them are any closer to figuring this all out and getting out of there. she lets herself smile at the thought, holding the glass back out again to lift in a toast. she can drink to that. ]
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like that day in the chapel, she tries again to picture his world. dark and bright at the same time, some advanced technological colony on a different planet, different moon. she can't help but picture hover cars, bright neon lights and aliens of different shapes and sizes. she doesn't even know how much of those would be accurate, if any at all.
somehow, picturing him with a sister (younger, she assumes, from the protective, familiar way his words curl around that word) feels the greater feat. ]
Temporary, [ she repeats, as if putting more voice to it will make it any more real. as if any of them are any closer to figuring this all out and getting out of there. she lets herself smile at the thought, holding the glass back out again to lift in a toast. she can drink to that. ]
Salud.