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Lark winces at Red’s terminology. Finite. Yes, in some ways, they have the entirety of the past to explore, but they’ve never considered their time unlimited. There are limits to all things, and they are all too aware of their own.
Their gaze snaps to Annabelle as she speaks, the time-traveler seeming almost startled. Does she know? No, surely not. Even so, her gaze is piercing, and they feel uncomfortably seen, in a way they haven’t in years. They’re much more accustomed to no one being able to keep up with, much less understand, them. It’s strange, and they can’t tell whether it’s a good strange or a bad strange.
In the pause, they shift uncomfortably under Red’s continued observation. They’ll… have to get used to that, if they see her again. Yet another strange occurrence to add to their growing list. Still, they give the shimmering being of probability a bittersweet smile. “Yeah, it’s quiet in here.”
Time resumes, and Annabelle catches their hand the moment they offer it. They don’t even question it until she’s back on her feet, familiar with working in tandem with future selves who can predict their movements. Still, they blink after a moment, wondering how she was able to do that. Probability powers, probably. “Hm. Thanks. I really don’t mind the transportation time, though. You should rest, especially if your powers are causing… this.”
They don’t have to clarify what they mean by ‘this’, they don’t think. They continue to clasp her hand even after she’s standing, since they’ll need the contact when they travel regardless. “Now, tell me, when are you from? I might even be able to get us close to the where, if it’s near where I’ve been.”
They just hope she doesn’t say a time outside of their range. If so… well, there’s only so far they can go. The worry is acknowledged and then gently brushed aside, a concern for if it becomes relevant and no sooner.
Lark winces at Red’s terminology. Finite. Yes, in some ways, they have the entirety of the past to explore, but they’ve never considered their time unlimited. There are limits to all things, and they are all too aware of their own.
Their gaze snaps to Annabelle as she speaks, the time-traveler seeming almost startled. Does she know? No, surely not. Even so, her gaze is piercing, and they feel uncomfortably seen, in a way they haven’t in years. They’re much more accustomed to no one being able to keep up with, much less understand, them. It’s strange, and they can’t tell whether it’s a good strange or a bad strange.
In the pause, they shift uncomfortably under Red’s continued observation. They’ll… have to get used to that, if they see her again. Yet another strange occurrence to add to their growing list. Still, they give the shimmering being of probability a bittersweet smile. “Yeah, it’s quiet in here.”
Time resumes, and Annabelle catches their hand the moment they offer it. They don’t even question it until she’s back on her feet, familiar with working in tandem with future selves who can predict their movements. Still, they blink after a moment, wondering how she was able to do that. Probability powers, probably. “Hm. Thanks. I really don’t mind the transportation time, though. You should rest, especially if your powers are causing… this.”
They don’t have to clarify what they mean by ‘this’, they don’t think. They continue to clasp her hand even after she’s standing, since they’ll need the contact when they travel regardless. “Now, tell me, when are you from? I might even be able to get us close to the where, if it’s near where I’ve been.”
They just hope she doesn’t say a time outside of their range. If so… well, there’s only so far they can go. The worry is acknowledged and then gently brushed aside, a concern for if it becomes relevant and no sooner.