[ It's what he'd assumed, more or less, and he can sense the abyss that Gabe is talking around. ]
Yeah. That's not what I'm askin', though.
[ He knows exactly what he's doing when he reaches out and brushes a soft touch over the ports on the back of Gabe's neck, brushing new-fallen snow off of them. The flurry has picked up just a little and the flakes leave a red smear behind. ]
But I think I get the picture.
[ He knows everyone he loves back home will die, sooner rather than later and some more brutally than others, but they at least have freedom in the meantime. More of it than they've ever had before. ]
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Yeah. That's not what I'm askin', though.
[ He knows exactly what he's doing when he reaches out and brushes a soft touch over the ports on the back of Gabe's neck, brushing new-fallen snow off of them. The flurry has picked up just a little and the flakes leave a red smear behind. ]
But I think I get the picture.
[ He knows everyone he loves back home will die, sooner rather than later and some more brutally than others, but they at least have freedom in the meantime. More of it than they've ever had before. ]
Least everythin' grows back here.