Stating the year won't make any difference, not when they're so far removed from their own worlds. It's a concept Raven can't quite dive into. Science is the basis of everything for her, but she tries to extend her imagination, let herself fly on it even if she worries she'll fall.
"If it's the same for you, that makes this even more messed up. But we're all focusing on the wrong parts." The conversation at hand has been, if anything, an eye opener for Raven. Always capable of fixing things, she's been looking at everyone in the room like they're a piece of technology or machinery. Everyone here has been brought to be a part of a machine, and she's been trying to piece together who's what part.
It's easier to break it down, look at the individual pieces, learn what they're used for and how durable they are. She's already started with herself, but it's difficult to expand on her own observations without a sounding board.
And that happens to be Jess Brightwell.
She lets out a breath, and drops her gaze to look at the crate he stands before. "Everyone's looking at the pieces that don't fit, and they're rubbing them together to start friction. I fixed a one hundred year old pod and shot myself down to Earth from a space station with no guarantee that I'd survive, and I didn't kick major ass by focusing on the negative differences."
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Stating the year won't make any difference, not when they're so far removed from their own worlds. It's a concept Raven can't quite dive into. Science is the basis of everything for her, but she tries to extend her imagination, let herself fly on it even if she worries she'll fall.
"If it's the same for you, that makes this even more messed up. But we're all focusing on the wrong parts." The conversation at hand has been, if anything, an eye opener for Raven. Always capable of fixing things, she's been looking at everyone in the room like they're a piece of technology or machinery. Everyone here has been brought to be a part of a machine, and she's been trying to piece together who's what part.
It's easier to break it down, look at the individual pieces, learn what they're used for and how durable they are. She's already started with herself, but it's difficult to expand on her own observations without a sounding board.
And that happens to be Jess Brightwell.
She lets out a breath, and drops her gaze to look at the crate he stands before. "Everyone's looking at the pieces that don't fit, and they're rubbing them together to start friction. I fixed a one hundred year old pod and shot myself down to Earth from a space station with no guarantee that I'd survive, and I didn't kick major ass by focusing on the negative differences."