[she's waiting for his response. because what little she knows of what has happened, small in comparison to what Keith and Lance know, at least, what she does know is that the entire truth of what had happened and what is to happen is what hurts the most. that regardless of everything, there is always a part of her wanting to reach out, wanting to help, not wanting to leave someone she cares about behind.
she knows she wouldn't have left him behind in that rift if she were truly able to save him. and for as angry as she is about the colony, as disgusted as she may be with herself for falling for what she still assumes had been a charade--
she still does care about him.
for a moment, she believes to have seen him type something, a familiar icon popping up at the base of their message thread for a hairsbreadth of a tick. but as she sits at the edge of her bed, the towel she had in hand in preparation for her bath now bunched up in her lap, time moves on.
she allows herself a few more ticks. then dobashes. then--
nothing.
he's saying nothing.
and she has to swallow that instinct to reach out, lingering in her room for only a few more minutes before finally pulling herself together. a soak in the baths may not remedy the feelings that sit heavy in her gut, but at the very least it is something to do that will keep her from glancing at her watch for a response that will not come.]
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she knows she wouldn't have left him behind in that rift if she were truly able to save him. and for as angry as she is about the colony, as disgusted as she may be with herself for falling for what she still assumes had been a charade--
she still does care about him.
for a moment, she believes to have seen him type something, a familiar icon popping up at the base of their message thread for a hairsbreadth of a tick. but as she sits at the edge of her bed, the towel she had in hand in preparation for her bath now bunched up in her lap, time moves on.
she allows herself a few more ticks. then dobashes. then--
nothing.
he's saying nothing.
and she has to swallow that instinct to reach out, lingering in her room for only a few more minutes before finally pulling herself together. a soak in the baths may not remedy the feelings that sit heavy in her gut, but at the very least it is something to do that will keep her from glancing at her watch for a response that will not come.]