[Perhaps surprisingly, that answer seems to alter something for him, because there's an almost imperceptible softening in his eyes. It's subtle, but the equivalent of not holding her at emotional sword point like she's some mortal foe (his default posture when it comes to most people he meets).
As strange as it seems, there's a kind of resonance for him in what she's said: The sun above us is not one I know.
It takes him back to an old old vision, the vision of a pure blue sky--hatefully beautiful--a sky that he knew even when it had never been the one above him. And there are words, too, from that time, something that had been said to him: Inside, I'm going insane with anger, but somehow I can maintain my sanity. Maybe it's because of you. If I were alone, I don't know what would have happened to me.
Maybe, he thinks, what's happening now is a bit similar.
He's quiet for a long moment before finally posing a question to which he seems actually interested in hearing her answer:]
no subject
As strange as it seems, there's a kind of resonance for him in what she's said: The sun above us is not one I know.
It takes him back to an old old vision, the vision of a pure blue sky--hatefully beautiful--a sky that he knew even when it had never been the one above him. And there are words, too, from that time, something that had been said to him: Inside, I'm going insane with anger, but somehow I can maintain my sanity. Maybe it's because of you. If I were alone, I don't know what would have happened to me.
Maybe, he thinks, what's happening now is a bit similar.
He's quiet for a long moment before finally posing a question to which he seems actually interested in hearing her answer:]
What are you going to do?