( she's still sipping soup, evaluating what he's saying. he's not... wrong, per say. denying a truth is damaging. but there's also things she's been taught by her grandmother that says fronting can be as important for morale. how to balance the both? is it being in a group small enough you all live in each other's pockets, so you can tell that a breakdown is coming, there's no buffering zone, such as she can conceive of it? )
A bit disappointed, obviously. [ He rests his hand on the table, finger gently tapping at its surface. ] I'd much rather have completed what we set out to do - especially considering we made them aware of what was coming. That part, being unable to lend the aid to those who wished to leave, feels like a failure.
But had we said nothing at all, they all would have died, and known none the better. I know if it were me, I'd want to know something like that regardless. And if someone kept something like that from me and I died, if there was some sort of afterlife after leaving this world, I would have haunted their asses forever and made them regret it! [ His face pinches into a little sour frown at the mere thought of that, but it's brief. ]
But ... we saved a lot of them who wished to take their leave. So the "new season" they're meeting is able to exist at all. And the ones who we didn't get to in time, at least the "new season" they're greeting is alongside those who actually wanted to stay on the planet and see it. So they weren't alone to face it.
( she lets herself relax, her focus turning to his words and the warmth of soup in her hands, and the small sips she continues taking. or larger ones, depending, but it's less about either eating or hearing, and attempting to align her understanding with what yzak's is. in a way, she feels she owes it to him. in a way, she's glad to, when he's... volunteered to keep her company (through her misunderstanding or otherwise), and he's talking to her without doing that thing where she can tell an older individual is holding her as Definitely Too Young To Speak With Seriously.
which is weird in context, for someone who still struggles to understand or accept her own childhood's ignorance as maintained by her grandmother. or the hatreds that had been part of that. all for the sake, she assumes now, for protecting her from something she couldn't be protected from.
like reality. like the world. like what was happening to the people in cirawei, only in a far vaster, more immediate manner. )
Mm. Me too. About wanting to know. ( even without knowing what to do about it. ) And that it's easier when you're not alone. For facing the way things are now, compared to how they used to be.
( she glances down into the soup, not seeing it so much as letting her thoughts wander. until she asks: )
Do you think they'll be okay, as refugees in that new place?
( even knowing full well there's no way for them to know, short of doing what (in a few days) she'll know might be possible, and asking viveca or degar to contact one of the leaders who'd lived and gone through their portals to the world that wasn't about to be destroyed by a rock falling through the universe. )
[ Look Coordinators are considered adults at 13 and can join the military - and Yzak's met so many other sorts of people here that he doesn't assume since others have before about him and it was laughable. They're all here and they all seem to have experiences harrowing enough that there's no need to sugarcoat much when it comes to these sorts of discussions. ]
They had the determination to prepare as quickly as they did and move in the face of both what was happening, as well as with the knowledge that many of their kin chose to remain on the planet.
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( she's still sipping soup, evaluating what he's saying. he's not... wrong, per say. denying a truth is damaging. but there's also things she's been taught by her grandmother that says fronting can be as important for morale. how to balance the both? is it being in a group small enough you all live in each other's pockets, so you can tell that a breakdown is coming, there's no buffering zone, such as she can conceive of it? )
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A bit disappointed, obviously. [ He rests his hand on the table, finger gently tapping at its surface. ] I'd much rather have completed what we set out to do - especially considering we made them aware of what was coming. That part, being unable to lend the aid to those who wished to leave, feels like a failure.
But had we said nothing at all, they all would have died, and known none the better. I know if it were me, I'd want to know something like that regardless. And if someone kept something like that from me and I died, if there was some sort of afterlife after leaving this world, I would have haunted their asses forever and made them regret it! [ His face pinches into a little sour frown at the mere thought of that, but it's brief. ]
But ... we saved a lot of them who wished to take their leave. So the "new season" they're meeting is able to exist at all. And the ones who we didn't get to in time, at least the "new season" they're greeting is alongside those who actually wanted to stay on the planet and see it. So they weren't alone to face it.
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which is weird in context, for someone who still struggles to understand or accept her own childhood's ignorance as maintained by her grandmother. or the hatreds that had been part of that. all for the sake, she assumes now, for protecting her from something she couldn't be protected from.
like reality. like the world. like what was happening to the people in cirawei, only in a far vaster, more immediate manner. )
Mm. Me too. About wanting to know. ( even without knowing what to do about it. ) And that it's easier when you're not alone. For facing the way things are now, compared to how they used to be.
( she glances down into the soup, not seeing it so much as letting her thoughts wander. until she asks: )
Do you think they'll be okay, as refugees in that new place?
( even knowing full well there's no way for them to know, short of doing what (in a few days) she'll know might be possible, and asking viveca or degar to contact one of the leaders who'd lived and gone through their portals to the world that wasn't about to be destroyed by a rock falling through the universe. )
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They had the determination to prepare as quickly as they did and move in the face of both what was happening, as well as with the knowledge that many of their kin chose to remain on the planet.
So I think they'll be just fine.