"Some of them -- only some of them -- are colder," he tries to explain. It's not as if everyone in the Age of Immortality was kindhearted and charitable, going out of their way to help their fellow man. But many of the natives have a dim outlook on "foreigners," he's noticed, and people are protective of themselves.
"It's only natural. Trouble might mean death, instead of inconvenience. They don't want to stick their necks out for people they don't know. It makes the ones who do take chances stand out." In a brilliant way, Rowan has found.
He thinks of Eleanor, for example, then promptly stops thinking of her. There's enough to distract him now that he can.
Like Citra's reaction to his story. That was not at all the reaction he had been hoping for, but in hindsight, how else could she react? It feels as if Texas and Goddard and all that mess is miles and miles, ages and ages away from him. Not that he's forgotten, but he can compartmentalize with the best of them. That was Then. This is Now. Then, it was survival. Now, it's funny.
Isn't it?
He looks at her for a moment, unable to even begin to assemble an explanation that would be to her liking. That would actually explain everything as well as not make her absolutely lose her mind. But he can't. So he evades.
"When are you from?" he asks. "Time's funny... I've heard of people showing up from the same world but from different times...." They pass by Rowan's favorite coffee shop and he nods. Another convenient distraction, and an honest one.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2019-04-02 06:35 pm (UTC)From:"It's only natural. Trouble might mean death, instead of inconvenience. They don't want to stick their necks out for people they don't know. It makes the ones who do take chances stand out." In a brilliant way, Rowan has found.
He thinks of Eleanor, for example, then promptly stops thinking of her. There's enough to distract him now that he can.
Like Citra's reaction to his story. That was not at all the reaction he had been hoping for, but in hindsight, how else could she react? It feels as if Texas and Goddard and all that mess is miles and miles, ages and ages away from him. Not that he's forgotten, but he can compartmentalize with the best of them. That was Then. This is Now. Then, it was survival. Now, it's funny.
Isn't it?
He looks at her for a moment, unable to even begin to assemble an explanation that would be to her liking. That would actually explain everything as well as not make her absolutely lose her mind. But he can't. So he evades.
"When are you from?" he asks. "Time's funny... I've heard of people showing up from the same world but from different times...." They pass by Rowan's favorite coffee shop and he nods. Another convenient distraction, and an honest one.
"Hungry?"