Sam grabbed her notebook with all the desperation of a drowning man clinging to a buoy. She started to jot down notes as fast as possible, but there was so much information that she resorted to a certain shorthand.
She'd have to work on nuance some other time. Anyone else reading the notes would think she was crazy. And they'd probably be right. But at least Sam understood her own crazy, at this point. Or tried to. Admittedly, their Overlords liked to test that.
"And that's the last thing you remember from your world?" she asked, without looking up. "This guy going on his Donkey Kong rampage." She didn't mean to belittle the cost. But black humor was pretty much Sam's only defense mechanism. She'd made more than her fair share of jokes about the Rain of Fire.
Not that Avery or anyone else ever got them.
"That is..." She finally looked up, blue eyes filled with genuine sympathy, something as rare as a unicorn when it came to Sam. "...awful." There really wasn't anything better to describe it. Mere words failed and she was no poet. "That is fucking awful."
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Alien guy. Sith tendencies. Clone armies. Assembles stones. Becomes Captain Planet. Kills half of everyone.
She'd have to work on nuance some other time. Anyone else reading the notes would think she was crazy. And they'd probably be right. But at least Sam understood her own crazy, at this point. Or tried to. Admittedly, their Overlords liked to test that.
"And that's the last thing you remember from your world?" she asked, without looking up. "This guy going on his Donkey Kong rampage." She didn't mean to belittle the cost. But black humor was pretty much Sam's only defense mechanism. She'd made more than her fair share of jokes about the Rain of Fire.
Not that Avery or anyone else ever got them.
"That is..." She finally looked up, blue eyes filled with genuine sympathy, something as rare as a unicorn when it came to Sam. "...awful." There really wasn't anything better to describe it. Mere words failed and she was no poet. "That is fucking awful."