[That makes it sound reasonable, Palamedes thinks, not the mess of off-kilter decisions that ended with him dumped back into the sea. He shifts when Viktor turns, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch and tilting his head to one side and then the other, like, maybe—]
Rebellion has better aim than I do. I think you're right— really. But you know me; I need to know precisely where to put the pieces together from the start.
[Which makes him just as messy as anyone else, just tilted in the other direction. If he had the answer, if he knew all the theorems to pluck at to understand the truth of this place from its Powers that Be all the way down to the blood in their veins, he would feel - better. It still chafes to think of waking up after five apparent weeks of squid darkness, without an ounce of control over it.
But that's too in his head. Emotionally, like a proper messy human, Palamedes believes Viktor has a point - and the question makes him raise an eyebrow, bumping his knee into Viktor's thigh, like, really? Sir.]
For you, with that mind of yours? Absolutely. You will. You aren't nebulous.
[He looks away for a beat, not wanting to dwell much on the possibility that the tether could have - gotten Viktor, whatever that would have looked like. There's no way of knowing, but in a place like this, it's always safer to err on the side of caution. He doesn't know what to say to it that he hasn't already said - he's here, it was terrifying, he'd love for it to never happen again - all of those would simply be repeating himself, so.
In place of the non-repetitive words he doesn't have, he sits up straighter to face Viktor and hold out his arms. Come give him a hug for being alive and not metal, goddamn.]
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Rebellion has better aim than I do. I think you're right— really. But you know me; I need to know precisely where to put the pieces together from the start.
[Which makes him just as messy as anyone else, just tilted in the other direction. If he had the answer, if he knew all the theorems to pluck at to understand the truth of this place from its Powers that Be all the way down to the blood in their veins, he would feel - better. It still chafes to think of waking up after five apparent weeks of squid darkness, without an ounce of control over it.
But that's too in his head. Emotionally, like a proper messy human, Palamedes believes Viktor has a point - and the question makes him raise an eyebrow, bumping his knee into Viktor's thigh, like, really? Sir.]
For you, with that mind of yours? Absolutely. You will. You aren't nebulous.
[He looks away for a beat, not wanting to dwell much on the possibility that the tether could have - gotten Viktor, whatever that would have looked like. There's no way of knowing, but in a place like this, it's always safer to err on the side of caution. He doesn't know what to say to it that he hasn't already said - he's here, it was terrifying, he'd love for it to never happen again - all of those would simply be repeating himself, so.
In place of the non-repetitive words he doesn't have, he sits up straighter to face Viktor and hold out his arms. Come give him a hug for being alive and not metal, goddamn.]