[He'd mostly slipped into a maudlin quiet since he'd gotten settled, his mind racing faster than he wanted it to but strangely calmed by the sight of the other him going through the motions of cleaning his gun. It was familiar, he could do it blindfolded, it was mundane, and it helped to distract him at least a little bit from what was running through his head, though not entirely by much.
He had honestly almost reached the point of feeling foolish more than anything by the time the sound of the other's voice had chimed out. The other him had places he had to be, otherwise countless people would end up dying. It felt wrong of him to want him to stay for fear of the information he'd dumped on him leading him to do something that might cause things to change in ways he couldn't predict. At the same time...if they were here, and their sisters had aleady cried out for help from Octovern, then that meant there was another-...
Which made the fact that there was apparently a third of them here, right now, even more bizarre. But perhaps not quite as bizarre as the sight of the newcomer.
That was the moment when his senses began their first slow, timid reach outward, by sheer force of will, brushing against the very edges of perception until he could just sense the strange familiarity of him despite the little differences, and then pulling back almost immediately again.
It was him, definitely another of them. The differences weren't enough to change that fact. And it was both a source of bewilderment and reassurance.
He lifted his right hand and gave a small wave from where he sat on a pile of rubble, leaned over slightly, his heels digging into the sand and his feet pointed up in a sort of curl that seemed to come naturally to his frame when he was unconsciously trying to keep himself contained, self-soothed. Tense and relaxed all at the same time in a weird sort of way.]
Hi. [His eyes narrowed as he looked at him, a curious look as he took stock of the clothes he was wearing, the sight of his shining prosthetic. A prosthetic that didn't seem to have any room for a gun, and that fascinated, worried, and pleased him in turns. He held up his own arm, wiggling the metal fingers and pointing to it with his other hand before tucking them back around his stomach.] That's new. Don't think I've ever had one quite like that, before.
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He had honestly almost reached the point of feeling foolish more than anything by the time the sound of the other's voice had chimed out. The other him had places he had to be, otherwise countless people would end up dying. It felt wrong of him to want him to stay for fear of the information he'd dumped on him leading him to do something that might cause things to change in ways he couldn't predict. At the same time...if they were here, and their sisters had aleady cried out for help from Octovern, then that meant there was another-...
Which made the fact that there was apparently a third of them here, right now, even more bizarre. But perhaps not quite as bizarre as the sight of the newcomer.
That was the moment when his senses began their first slow, timid reach outward, by sheer force of will, brushing against the very edges of perception until he could just sense the strange familiarity of him despite the little differences, and then pulling back almost immediately again.
It was him, definitely another of them. The differences weren't enough to change that fact. And it was both a source of bewilderment and reassurance.
He lifted his right hand and gave a small wave from where he sat on a pile of rubble, leaned over slightly, his heels digging into the sand and his feet pointed up in a sort of curl that seemed to come naturally to his frame when he was unconsciously trying to keep himself contained, self-soothed. Tense and relaxed all at the same time in a weird sort of way.]
Hi. [His eyes narrowed as he looked at him, a curious look as he took stock of the clothes he was wearing, the sight of his shining prosthetic. A prosthetic that didn't seem to have any room for a gun, and that fascinated, worried, and pleased him in turns. He held up his own arm, wiggling the metal fingers and pointing to it with his other hand before tucking them back around his stomach.] That's new. Don't think I've ever had one quite like that, before.