Rosalind says nothing for a long few seconds, but it isn't angry silence. Surprisingly, nor is it full of grief. It's just quiet, as she presses her lips together and realizes she's not on the verge of tears, not at all. Six months is a long time, and what was once a bloody open wound has since neatly scarred over.]
He died, just as I did. We had . . . we were trying to see if we could fix something, a grave misstep we'd made, and save our world all in one fell swoop. I was against it, I thought we ought to just escape and cut our losses, but he was desperate to.
Unfortunately, we weren't subtle enough-- or so I assume. Our machine-- the very machine we're replicating now-- exploded. I awoke here.
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Rosalind says nothing for a long few seconds, but it isn't angry silence. Surprisingly, nor is it full of grief. It's just quiet, as she presses her lips together and realizes she's not on the verge of tears, not at all. Six months is a long time, and what was once a bloody open wound has since neatly scarred over.]
He died, just as I did. We had . . . we were trying to see if we could fix something, a grave misstep we'd made, and save our world all in one fell swoop. I was against it, I thought we ought to just escape and cut our losses, but he was desperate to.
Unfortunately, we weren't subtle enough-- or so I assume. Our machine-- the very machine we're replicating now-- exploded. I awoke here.
[She glances over at him.]
He did not.