Someone who lives in space? Somewhere beyond Earth? That certainly grasps Konstantin's attention, something reflected in the subtle movement of his body to turn, facing his companion that bit more.
In his own time, alien lifeforms are.... undiscovered. The thing that had gotten into his shuttle and then into his skin is completely unknown, a first. But he's bumped into people here and there from various points in time, and it's certainly feasible that in the future.... such things would be further discovered.
What if someone's found what's inside of him now? What if they've found a way to remove it? He's careful, though, to keep his interest curious and not desperate, controlling the lids of his eyes and the muscles of his face, lets himself brighten like the person of his youth who was so excited to explore the stars. He ignores the way his heart pounds a little with adrenaline. What if.
"He must be from the future. Did he describe what kind of life it was, if not little green spacemen? Something... animal-like? Or maybe humanoid?"
Or maybe neither of those things, like the soft wet larval thing inside of him. It's capable of changing though, rearranging itself, growing limbs and eyes and teeth like some amalgamation of creatures. There's no way to describe it except nightmare.
He meets the other's eyes and lets Louis hold his own, offering a small smile afterwards. Not humoured, but thoughtful, and a little sad.
"Justice is a scary word. I'm not sure I trust anyone who claims to value it quite so much. Seems like if that's the case, a person would do whatever it took to have something to punish."
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In his own time, alien lifeforms are.... undiscovered. The thing that had gotten into his shuttle and then into his skin is completely unknown, a first. But he's bumped into people here and there from various points in time, and it's certainly feasible that in the future.... such things would be further discovered.
What if someone's found what's inside of him now? What if they've found a way to remove it? He's careful, though, to keep his interest curious and not desperate, controlling the lids of his eyes and the muscles of his face, lets himself brighten like the person of his youth who was so excited to explore the stars. He ignores the way his heart pounds a little with adrenaline. What if.
"He must be from the future. Did he describe what kind of life it was, if not little green spacemen? Something... animal-like? Or maybe humanoid?"
Or maybe neither of those things, like the soft wet larval thing inside of him. It's capable of changing though, rearranging itself, growing limbs and eyes and teeth like some amalgamation of creatures. There's no way to describe it except nightmare.
He meets the other's eyes and lets Louis hold his own, offering a small smile afterwards. Not humoured, but thoughtful, and a little sad.
"Justice is a scary word. I'm not sure I trust anyone who claims to value it quite so much. Seems like if that's the case, a person would do whatever it took to have something to punish."