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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[evocation]

[Kyna hesitates, then reaches out carefully to touch his hand, just a brief brush of her fingertips against his knuckles.]

Thanks, Harlan. I don't get how everything got so screwed up.

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan shifts a little as she reaches for him, more out of awkwardness than discomfort. Usually, reaching for him like that means she wants to hold his hand, but then she just barely touches him and pulls away again. Man, physical intimacy is so confusing. What was that? Does it mean something? Was he supposed to do something back?

He spends another half a second puzzling over whether or not he's blowing it, but then decides: Fuck it.]

It sounds like this shit was in motion well before we got here. We're just caught in the crossfire.

[evocation]

[That doesn't make her feel better, even though she knows it's true.]

Assholes. I can't believe we have to defend them.

[ghostlocked]

We don't have to. We could've sided with the Null, or stayed out of it entirely.

[evocation]

I guess so. I don't know. I don't know what our best shot at getting home is.

[ghostlocked]

[He nods, going quiet for a moment. The thought of getting home is complicated nowadays. Harlan definitely doesn't want to stay in Hadriel for the rest of his life, but there are people here that he doesn't want to think about leaving behind.

He'd like to leave, yes, but he wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer.]

I don't know either, but I'm not gonna throw my lot in with some fucking computer that thinks it's okay to call for kids to be executed.

[evocation]

[Kyna doesn't want to go home just yet either, but that's the end goal, isn't it? It's got to be. She shakes her head.]

Yeah, fuck them. At least the gods want us alive.

[ghostlocked]

Yeah. And it's not like no one ever gets to leave here. People go home all the time.

[Maybe, anyway. He's not entirely sold on that.]