[Another day, another man she has to entrust her life to. She's seen Obi-Wan far more frequently than she has Vidal. They're all trapped here together, but it's not with the cloying closeness that either Hope's Peak or Towa City afforded.
Which means what she's seen of Obi-Wan is nothing close to the whole of him. And why would it be? Their age and ways of life are too far separated to come together without a pair of handcuffs and an impossible challenge. The latter may apply here, but she can't say for certain she trusts him wholly.
But she has to.
He sounds like he means it, at least. And she's so tired of walking on eggshells.]
Th-that's easy to say.
[Harder to prove. At the very least, he isn't pressing for every last detail like Vidal had. But that interaction had been oddly clinical. She should try to contact him again, there's something still bothering her about the whole thing, but that's a matter for a different time.
For now?]
But, um... [She fidgets, grip uncertain on the reptilian spine.] ...thanks.
[Who knows if he'll keep his word? Will Jill force his hand, make it the whole train's business when she loses her temper? Or will he keep his sunny disposition in tact when she walks his way? If she were to tell him about how Jill did it, how many boys she crucified, how many walls she painted with their blood?
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Which means what she's seen of Obi-Wan is nothing close to the whole of him. And why would it be? Their age and ways of life are too far separated to come together without a pair of handcuffs and an impossible challenge. The latter may apply here, but she can't say for certain she trusts him wholly.
But she has to.
He sounds like he means it, at least. And she's so tired of walking on eggshells.]
Th-that's easy to say.
[Harder to prove. At the very least, he isn't pressing for every last detail like Vidal had. But that interaction had been oddly clinical. She should try to contact him again, there's something still bothering her about the whole thing, but that's a matter for a different time.
For now?]
But, um... [She fidgets, grip uncertain on the reptilian spine.] ...thanks.
[Who knows if he'll keep his word? Will Jill force his hand, make it the whole train's business when she loses her temper? Or will he keep his sunny disposition in tact when she walks his way? If she were to tell him about how Jill did it, how many boys she crucified, how many walls she painted with their blood?
Who forgives a thing like that so easily?
Oof. When is this ride going to be over?]