"Shitty days," Natasha repeats, relaxing her throat as she brings the glass to her lips and tips her head back, letting the alcohol slide down without even tasting it. "And giant crocodiles. And toxic plants. And dinosaurs. And backfiring magic." And everything else this place has tried killing them with so far. It's a very long list.
Another glass of vodka, another chance for reflection. Those opportunities to do the smart thing, the responsible thing, and walk away from a destructive situation. Natasha has seen a lot of those moments in her rear-view mirror lately. "Have you ever heard of Earth?" There's the slightest moment of consideration, no more than the space of a breath. "Before you came here." Because everyone and their mother seems to be from some variation of home, though almost no one is actually from home. She highly suspects that not a single person here is someone she knows. Close, but not a match, not in any of the most important ways, the only things that count when everything else falls by the wayside.
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Another glass of vodka, another chance for reflection. Those opportunities to do the smart thing, the responsible thing, and walk away from a destructive situation. Natasha has seen a lot of those moments in her rear-view mirror lately. "Have you ever heard of Earth?" There's the slightest moment of consideration, no more than the space of a breath. "Before you came here." Because everyone and their mother seems to be from some variation of home, though almost no one is actually from home. She highly suspects that not a single person here is someone she knows. Close, but not a match, not in any of the most important ways, the only things that count when everything else falls by the wayside.