Man, that's something at least. I sure know I couldn't function a few times during the war.
[Marco shrugs, but he falls quiet again as she starts talking again, as she explains how things were there and how things are here. How she's lingering on the outside waiting for the other shoe to drop while everyone parties and works together. And maybe Marco participates in most of the parties, but he gets it, still, because all of his flippant energy is a front and he knows it.]
I get that. It's like you're sitting at a fancy banquet wearing pretty clothes while everyone dances, but all you can think about is where the exits are, and where you could hole up for cover, where you could hide, which people around you are more likely to make it or not.
[He's not looking at her again, because this is...surprisingly real, for him. It's not often he opens up and talks about that kind of thing. Honestly, he'd rather everyone bought into the show.
Chyler, though...well, she never really has.]
Tough one. Technically we won the war when I was sixteen, so three years. But it never really stopped, you know? It's always there, they were making movies about us and we were on the news and talk shows, and I took most of that on because, like, let's be honest, I've got the gift of the gab. The others, none of them had that in them, they got a lot more broken than me, I guess.
[For a moment, he's quiet, thinking about Jake, his best friend who he never really talks to anymore and who he mostly sees as he's doing fly-bys in osprey form making sure he's still breathing.]
I just turned 20. I don't feel 20. I feel thirteen and fifty all at once.
[He scrapes his nails over the pattern of his jeans again, staring straight ahead.]
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[Marco shrugs, but he falls quiet again as she starts talking again, as she explains how things were there and how things are here. How she's lingering on the outside waiting for the other shoe to drop while everyone parties and works together. And maybe Marco participates in most of the parties, but he gets it, still, because all of his flippant energy is a front and he knows it.]
I get that. It's like you're sitting at a fancy banquet wearing pretty clothes while everyone dances, but all you can think about is where the exits are, and where you could hole up for cover, where you could hide, which people around you are more likely to make it or not.
[He's not looking at her again, because this is...surprisingly real, for him. It's not often he opens up and talks about that kind of thing. Honestly, he'd rather everyone bought into the show.
Chyler, though...well, she never really has.]
Tough one. Technically we won the war when I was sixteen, so three years. But it never really stopped, you know? It's always there, they were making movies about us and we were on the news and talk shows, and I took most of that on because, like, let's be honest, I've got the gift of the gab. The others, none of them had that in them, they got a lot more broken than me, I guess.
[For a moment, he's quiet, thinking about Jake, his best friend who he never really talks to anymore and who he mostly sees as he's doing fly-bys in osprey form making sure he's still breathing.]
I just turned 20. I don't feel 20. I feel thirteen and fifty all at once.
[He scrapes his nails over the pattern of his jeans again, staring straight ahead.]