Funny how one moment Rokuro can sound encouraging and in the next breath sound like he's passing a sentence.
"...I see," Tech says, just as softly. Disappointed? Well, no. He's really not sure. Reciprocation of actions seems most sensible, after all. They've helped each other out from the start, an alliance forged of convenience, but acknowledged as sustainable.
Honor had become an elusive concept. After all, was it honorable what they'd done? Or did it cancel out when the Empire showed its hand? He doesn't know. There's so much he realized he didn't know. And now he's here, with so much more that he didn't know to know about. With Rokuro falling silent again, the rain only seems to emphasize their isolation, strangers in a strange land. It's hard to be optimistic about new opportunities under such circumstances.
Terrifying and unknown. He now has an identification for these unsettling feelings that he's been for the most part successful in ignoring and knowing what to associate it with doesn't help. But he's a member of the Bad Batch, and his squad never gives up. So neither will he, as far away as he may be from the rest of them.
"We will get through this," he says, as though informing the rain of this decision will serve as enough of a witness to set it in stone. "Things can only be terrifying and unknown for so long, the unknown will become realized and the terrifying will diminish once understanding is gained. And this... Just a minor setback. We're still alive. We have learned from this.
"...so rest. Then we'll both go back to complete this mission."
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"...I see," Tech says, just as softly. Disappointed? Well, no. He's really not sure. Reciprocation of actions seems most sensible, after all. They've helped each other out from the start, an alliance forged of convenience, but acknowledged as sustainable.
Honor had become an elusive concept. After all, was it honorable what they'd done? Or did it cancel out when the Empire showed its hand? He doesn't know. There's so much he realized he didn't know. And now he's here, with so much more that he didn't know to know about. With Rokuro falling silent again, the rain only seems to emphasize their isolation, strangers in a strange land. It's hard to be optimistic about new opportunities under such circumstances.
Terrifying and unknown. He now has an identification for these unsettling feelings that he's been for the most part successful in ignoring and knowing what to associate it with doesn't help. But he's a member of the Bad Batch, and his squad never gives up. So neither will he, as far away as he may be from the rest of them.
"We will get through this," he says, as though informing the rain of this decision will serve as enough of a witness to set it in stone. "Things can only be terrifying and unknown for so long, the unknown will become realized and the terrifying will diminish once understanding is gained. And this... Just a minor setback. We're still alive. We have learned from this.
"...so rest. Then we'll both go back to complete this mission."