[ Understatement of the century. He averts his eyes as he says it, tugging his armband the rest of the way off, then rubbing the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. If he were to ask Gabi anything, where would he even begin?
A slight furrow forms between his brows, eyes still on the red armband he quartered his life to earn. ]
My last memory from our world isn't great. People keep asking me about it, like it matters precisely when I'm from. So, I figure something must've gone—must go wrong right around that time.
[ He folds the armband neatly: first in half, then into quarters. Then he unfolds it again, idly fidgeting. ]
That's obvious, though. If things went right, then… [ He trails off, then shakes his head. ] There's no reason for them to want me alive. No reason. They sure as hell shouldn't trust me. You heard Hange: they don't trust me as I am now. Implying that, eventually, they will. Or maybe that they could have…
[ He's rambling. Shaking his head again, he stuffs the armband into a pocket and raises his chin, meeting Gabi's eyes. ]
It's fine. I'll figure out what went wrong and fix it once I go back. Right now, it's not a priority.
no subject
[ Understatement of the century. He averts his eyes as he says it, tugging his armband the rest of the way off, then rubbing the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. If he were to ask Gabi anything, where would he even begin?
A slight furrow forms between his brows, eyes still on the red armband he quartered his life to earn. ]
My last memory from our world isn't great. People keep asking me about it, like it matters precisely when I'm from. So, I figure something must've gone—must go wrong right around that time.
[ He folds the armband neatly: first in half, then into quarters. Then he unfolds it again, idly fidgeting. ]
That's obvious, though. If things went right, then… [ He trails off, then shakes his head. ] There's no reason for them to want me alive. No reason. They sure as hell shouldn't trust me. You heard Hange: they don't trust me as I am now. Implying that, eventually, they will. Or maybe that they could have…
[ He's rambling. Shaking his head again, he stuffs the armband into a pocket and raises his chin, meeting Gabi's eyes. ]
It's fine. I'll figure out what went wrong and fix it once I go back. Right now, it's not a priority.