Daisy meets his look with one of her own that's possibly a little defensive. "Not like it's that different from the Archives. You saw— ugh, no you didn't."
It's getting far too easy to forget that Jon didn't live through those extra months at home, these days.
"I came out of that coffin. And went right to living in that basement with the rest of you. No breathing room. Just you, me, Basira and Melanie cooped up together. Doesn't feel that different. At least this time she's not— I dunno, handling me like a china doll."
They haven't really talked about all that baggage either, Jon, can you tell.
"...and I'm. Not sure about telling her. Not like I have the full story. Not sure how much good 'yeah, you did kill me, but the world's still doomed' is gonna do." Then, almost a mumble: "...and. It's not— not like I'm proud of making her do it. You know?"
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Daisy meets his look with one of her own that's possibly a little defensive. "Not like it's that different from the Archives. You saw— ugh, no you didn't."
It's getting far too easy to forget that Jon didn't live through those extra months at home, these days.
"I came out of that coffin. And went right to living in that basement with the rest of you. No breathing room. Just you, me, Basira and Melanie cooped up together. Doesn't feel that different. At least this time she's not— I dunno, handling me like a china doll."
They haven't really talked about all that baggage either, Jon, can you tell.
"...and I'm. Not sure about telling her. Not like I have the full story. Not sure how much good 'yeah, you did kill me, but the world's still doomed' is gonna do." Then, almost a mumble: "...and. It's not— not like I'm proud of making her do it. You know?"