“Won’t open.” And the fact that Simon’s, for now, given up on making it open feels almost like playing hooky, evident in the way his right hand is braced against the armrest like he’s ready to jump out of his seat, expecting... a something next. That isn’t coming. Which is starting to freak him out.
“So... what? Are we in the WAU’s version of the ARK right now? Have I just lost it, and I’m imagining all this?” Simon’s voice grows increasingly terse, because he knows full well why she isn’t sending him on errands to figure this out right now. “How do I know you’re even really here?”
The only person who would know what’s next is sitting right next to him, and the absence of that urgency that colored all of their interactions in PATHOS-II has started to feel like prodding at a bruise. A reminder that they didn’t come here from a setback; they’re not in an obstacle course of trial-and-error on their way to the real outcome Simon wanted. It’s over - it’s post-over - and he’s still. Like... this.
perhaps......
“So... what? Are we in the WAU’s version of the ARK right now? Have I just lost it, and I’m imagining all this?” Simon’s voice grows increasingly terse, because he knows full well why she isn’t sending him on errands to figure this out right now. “How do I know you’re even really here?”
The only person who would know what’s next is sitting right next to him, and the absence of that urgency that colored all of their interactions in PATHOS-II has started to feel like prodding at a bruise. A reminder that they didn’t come here from a setback; they’re not in an obstacle course of trial-and-error on their way to the real outcome Simon wanted. It’s over - it’s post-over - and he’s still. Like... this.