See, I thought space wouldn't exactly be... stable. [ Kieren's thoughtful for a long moment, his mouth twisting to one side and brow furrowing a little. ] Like, yeah. Earth's weather is unpredictable but space is... well, it's space, isn't it? A universe just— forever expanding, moving. Filled with planets and stars and asteroids and.. y'know, all of that stuff.
[ There's a tiny smile, a little bit of a cringe because yeah — Kieren sounds like he's talking a load of shit compared to a man who's actually been in space before. Kieren'll be lucky if he ever leaves his hometown.
(Rick thought it would. He was wrong. Rick got out, Kieren stayed.)
Kieren nods. Yeah. He's got the same. Different coloured ones. Mostly gold, though. There's a red once, barely visible — broken and... well, it's gone. Barely a string at all. Kieren knows who it belongs to. He doesn't think about it, doesn't let his mind linger on it. He can't afford to right now. And yeah, they feel different too.
Besides, Konstantin's telling him what his feels like and Kieren's almost like a dear in the headlights. Being in a painting, and... that's actually kind of nice, really. But then he huffs out a breath, like a laugh but it's almost like he wants to cry. Jesus, that's rich. His string feels like home. ]
Roarton. It's— a village. Middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of nothing. All that space and— it's— [ Kieren shakes his head, helpless. ]suffocating.
People back home, they— they hated me before I was like this. It was never somewhere you could breathe. Not for someone like me. [ He stops, because he sounds so bitter and it's shit. Kieren's mouth twists again, head dipping. ]
It was always cold in Roarton. It would... in the winter, there'd be all this mist. Kind that clings to you. I used to go out and just walk. Out in the woods, through the fields. Sometimes it was just... nice to get lost in it. You could feel like you'd be separating yourself from the village, just for a little while.
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[ There's a tiny smile, a little bit of a cringe because yeah — Kieren sounds like he's talking a load of shit compared to a man who's actually been in space before. Kieren'll be lucky if he ever leaves his hometown.
(Rick thought it would. He was wrong. Rick got out, Kieren stayed.)
Kieren nods. Yeah. He's got the same. Different coloured ones. Mostly gold, though. There's a red once, barely visible — broken and... well, it's gone. Barely a string at all. Kieren knows who it belongs to. He doesn't think about it, doesn't let his mind linger on it. He can't afford to right now. And yeah, they feel different too.
Besides, Konstantin's telling him what his feels like and Kieren's almost like a dear in the headlights. Being in a painting, and... that's actually kind of nice, really. But then he huffs out a breath, like a laugh but it's almost like he wants to cry. Jesus, that's rich. His string feels like home. ]
Roarton. It's— a village. Middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of nothing. All that space and— it's— [ Kieren shakes his head, helpless. ] suffocating.
People back home, they— they hated me before I was like this. It was never somewhere you could breathe. Not for someone like me. [ He stops, because he sounds so bitter and it's shit. Kieren's mouth twists again, head dipping. ]
It was always cold in Roarton. It would... in the winter, there'd be all this mist. Kind that clings to you. I used to go out and just walk. Out in the woods, through the fields. Sometimes it was just... nice to get lost in it. You could feel like you'd be separating yourself from the village, just for a little while.