When she looks back up at him and notices the meat back on his bones, she can't quite help the crooked, smirk-like smile. Well. There you go, then. At least he got a good top up out of it.
It slips away a little, when she actually gets back to addressing the massive elephants in the room. "...suppose at least it's this way around. Don't think a younger me would be so. Willing to accept it."
Better that she's stuck with a Jon that doesn't remember than Jon being stuck with a Daisy that would just as soon slit his throat as listen to a word he had to say. Her gaze flicks to the scar across his neck, and she swallows hard as she forces herself to look away again.
"This place does seem... better. From what I've heard. So far. Might be dying but it's still a lot more alive than the ship. Didn't realise how much I missed real trees." But now she's looking forward to heading into the woods, to hunting out there. Fresh air and real plant life, real animals. You take them for granted until you're stuck in a bubble without even microbial life going for it. "Have to see how everything goes. I guess. What happens after... it's not my biggest concern."
Going back to the ship isn't something she wants. And going home... it isn't an option. For reasons she's not sure how, or if, she's ever going to tell Jon. Even if she wasn't dead, what good would it be going back to a world forever changed into the image of the Fears?
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When she looks back up at him and notices the meat back on his bones, she can't quite help the crooked, smirk-like smile. Well. There you go, then. At least he got a good top up out of it.
It slips away a little, when she actually gets back to addressing the massive elephants in the room. "...suppose at least it's this way around. Don't think a younger me would be so. Willing to accept it."
Better that she's stuck with a Jon that doesn't remember than Jon being stuck with a Daisy that would just as soon slit his throat as listen to a word he had to say. Her gaze flicks to the scar across his neck, and she swallows hard as she forces herself to look away again.
"This place does seem... better. From what I've heard. So far. Might be dying but it's still a lot more alive than the ship. Didn't realise how much I missed real trees." But now she's looking forward to heading into the woods, to hunting out there. Fresh air and real plant life, real animals. You take them for granted until you're stuck in a bubble without even microbial life going for it. "Have to see how everything goes. I guess. What happens after... it's not my biggest concern."
Going back to the ship isn't something she wants. And going home... it isn't an option. For reasons she's not sure how, or if, she's ever going to tell Jon. Even if she wasn't dead, what good would it be going back to a world forever changed into the image of the Fears?