She watches him. She knows what he's doing. It's a tactic Finn had used on her several times while growing up. Whenever she ventured too close to something he didn't want her to discover, or he felt she'd push him out of an airlock with her stubborn refusal to let it rest, he'd always change the subject.
Finn was better at it than Jess.
"Look, the crates are useless, and so are those weapons. Unless you know how to use a bow and arrow, the only thing I can contribute here is fixing some of that shit up, and this doesn't really interest me. We've got weapons, we've got crates, and we know those guys who are looking on us are watching."
As far as she knows, this delivery means little to her. It's already sparking so much paranoia she could almost build a brace out of it, and she doesn't want to. Building that sort of contraption means that they're unable to repair themselves, and Raven doesn't have that much of a defeatist attitude anymore.
In fact, she disregards any comfort he may be seeking by changing the subject. Dismissing it, she picks it right up where he drops it, and she refuses to let it go.
"Did you ever think maybe it's the same fruit? I may not have a world like yours, but did you ever think maybe I'm from a world where this Library either took everyone out or someone took the Library out?"
Folding her arms against her chest, she arches her brow, lips curved slightly, and appears stubborn and challenging and as unmovable as any boulder. "So let's talk about those damn apples and oranges and berries. We've got a weapon, and we should use it."
Isn't this Library of his so powerful because of knowledge? It's right in his hands, and he's not even seeing it.
no subject
She watches him. She knows what he's doing. It's a tactic Finn had used on her several times while growing up. Whenever she ventured too close to something he didn't want her to discover, or he felt she'd push him out of an airlock with her stubborn refusal to let it rest, he'd always change the subject.
Finn was better at it than Jess.
"Look, the crates are useless, and so are those weapons. Unless you know how to use a bow and arrow, the only thing I can contribute here is fixing some of that shit up, and this doesn't really interest me. We've got weapons, we've got crates, and we know those guys who are looking on us are watching."
As far as she knows, this delivery means little to her. It's already sparking so much paranoia she could almost build a brace out of it, and she doesn't want to. Building that sort of contraption means that they're unable to repair themselves, and Raven doesn't have that much of a defeatist attitude anymore.
In fact, she disregards any comfort he may be seeking by changing the subject. Dismissing it, she picks it right up where he drops it, and she refuses to let it go.
"Did you ever think maybe it's the same fruit? I may not have a world like yours, but did you ever think maybe I'm from a world where this Library either took everyone out or someone took the Library out?"
Folding her arms against her chest, she arches her brow, lips curved slightly, and appears stubborn and challenging and as unmovable as any boulder. "So let's talk about those damn apples and oranges and berries. We've got a weapon, and we should use it."
Isn't this Library of his so powerful because of knowledge? It's right in his hands, and he's not even seeing it.