[From the minute he sees the tears in her eyes, he wants to hug her and let her cry. She doesn't deserve to be here, none of them do, but in the grand scheme of history this extraordinary girl will be ultimately forgotten, her story and history lost. He knows, because the thought had occurred to him that they might well have been from the same Earth, but centuries apart.
But he's an Overseer, he's responsible for their captivity, and he considers himself lucky that she didn't flinch away from his touch when he first laid his hand over hers.
So instead, he offers her the soft, well-used handkerchief that he carries in his pocket. He can't stop himself from reaching over to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though, at the tears that run down her cheeks.]
Even after the experiment is over, there's nothing that says that you have to go back to where you came from. You can go with anyone here you've met, or everyone, there's probably some way to stay together.
[Whoever survives.]
There are parades, where I'm from, where thousands of people wear their brightest, proudest colors. They paint their faces and wave flags and dance in the streets just to show the world that they're alive. It's celebration, it's defiance, and it's beautiful.
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Date: 2017-03-17 04:35 pm (UTC)But he's an Overseer, he's responsible for their captivity, and he considers himself lucky that she didn't flinch away from his touch when he first laid his hand over hers.
So instead, he offers her the soft, well-used handkerchief that he carries in his pocket. He can't stop himself from reaching over to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though, at the tears that run down her cheeks.]
Even after the experiment is over, there's nothing that says that you have to go back to where you came from. You can go with anyone here you've met, or everyone, there's probably some way to stay together.
[Whoever survives.]
There are parades, where I'm from, where thousands of people wear their brightest, proudest colors. They paint their faces and wave flags and dance in the streets just to show the world that they're alive. It's celebration, it's defiance, and it's beautiful.