Panoramic_Vacuum
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- Pronoun
- she or they
Steven was only dimly aware of the conversation between Laura and Ralsen. The words went in, but weren't really being processed.
The only thing that jolted him from his misery was the sound of his name. He focused his gaze to the speaker-- Laura, he was here with Laura-- his eyes startlingly dull compared to how he'd been at the start of the day.
She must be asking about him, he could see the worry written across her face. Okay? She asked him if he was okay. He didn't have it in him to laugh.
"No. No, I'm afraid I'm not."
She was worried for him. But why? He was temporary. It was all temporary.
"I won't do anything stupid. It'd be a waste. Besides, we still have a job to do, no? Can't leave that unfinished."
His words were flat, listless. Not even the sight of so many rocks all around them brought a spark back.
"Once it's done though... I thought... Since I can't go back... Maybe I could stay..."
He wavered slightly. The obviousness of pouring himself into Frontier Town's affairs to avoid thinking about the alternative. But now...
"In the end... I have to give everything, because if I linger here..."
He was never supposed to have time to think about the consequences. He wasn't supposed to have time to feel that wound of what he left behind. He clutched a hand to his chest, his claws scraping against the metal.
"I fear the regret of my choices will bury me."
Suddenly, he was all too aware of Laura's presence. For a moment, he looked up, really looked at her, and realized that he'd dragged her into his mess whether she wanted it or not. The guilt slapped some clarity through him. They were still in public. This wasn't the place for him to have a meltdown. Embarrassment crept in, and Steven fidgeted with the notch on his claw, and glanced towards the museum doors.
"I'm sorry, you should stay and enjoy the exhibit. Don't worry about me. I just need some time."
The only thing that jolted him from his misery was the sound of his name. He focused his gaze to the speaker-- Laura, he was here with Laura-- his eyes startlingly dull compared to how he'd been at the start of the day.
She must be asking about him, he could see the worry written across her face. Okay? She asked him if he was okay. He didn't have it in him to laugh.
"No. No, I'm afraid I'm not."
She was worried for him. But why? He was temporary. It was all temporary.
"I won't do anything stupid. It'd be a waste. Besides, we still have a job to do, no? Can't leave that unfinished."
His words were flat, listless. Not even the sight of so many rocks all around them brought a spark back.
"Once it's done though... I thought... Since I can't go back... Maybe I could stay..."
He wavered slightly. The obviousness of pouring himself into Frontier Town's affairs to avoid thinking about the alternative. But now...
"In the end... I have to give everything, because if I linger here..."
He was never supposed to have time to think about the consequences. He wasn't supposed to have time to feel that wound of what he left behind. He clutched a hand to his chest, his claws scraping against the metal.
"I fear the regret of my choices will bury me."
Suddenly, he was all too aware of Laura's presence. For a moment, he looked up, really looked at her, and realized that he'd dragged her into his mess whether she wanted it or not. The guilt slapped some clarity through him. They were still in public. This wasn't the place for him to have a meltdown. Embarrassment crept in, and Steven fidgeted with the notch on his claw, and glanced towards the museum doors.
"I'm sorry, you should stay and enjoy the exhibit. Don't worry about me. I just need some time."