[ It's at easy out, one she takes now that it's given. ] I've got heat cutters on me if we have any trouble getting in. But I am a fair hand at ripping a door off hinges if it comes to it.
[ Realistically the bridge isn't so long, but it seems to stretch out into infinity. So she concentrates on the wall of the far side instead, even if it means taking her eyes strictly off her feet. Looking down is just compounding the issue at this point. Staring through the grate of the metal just seemed damn near idiotic a reminder.
Better to take this thread of stability he's offering, and run with it. ]
I know what you mean. [ And she draws that up instead, the times she wished most for half of the things she'd seen since she came to the station. An old memory, and it couldn't be more removed to everything they were doing now -- which is why she might share it at all, give them both something to look at, since their minds were feeding back and forth like this. Guilty as she felt for dragging someone else into this mess of old fears. It comes with the vision limited through a visor, the heavy smell of sweat, horseflesh and iron. Of a tourney field, cheer of crowds and most especially, the beating heat of the sun -- compounded under the weight of armour that was heating up in the height of the day, as she pulled her horse around under her, who from the sweat on him, was suffering the same from the heat as she was. ] It's just something you have to endure on the worst days, most of the time. [ never mind that fans hadn't even been invented. where she'd come from. ]
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[ Realistically the bridge isn't so long, but it seems to stretch out into infinity. So she concentrates on the wall of the far side instead, even if it means taking her eyes strictly off her feet. Looking down is just compounding the issue at this point. Staring through the grate of the metal just seemed damn near idiotic a reminder.
Better to take this thread of stability he's offering, and run with it. ]
I know what you mean. [ And she draws that up instead, the times she wished most for half of the things she'd seen since she came to the station. An old memory, and it couldn't be more removed to everything they were doing now -- which is why she might share it at all, give them both something to look at, since their minds were feeding back and forth like this. Guilty as she felt for dragging someone else into this mess of old fears. It comes with the vision limited through a visor, the heavy smell of sweat, horseflesh and iron. Of a tourney field, cheer of crowds and most especially, the beating heat of the sun -- compounded under the weight of armour that was heating up in the height of the day, as she pulled her horse around under her, who from the sweat on him, was suffering the same from the heat as she was. ] It's just something you have to endure on the worst days, most of the time. [ never mind that fans hadn't even been invented. where she'd come from. ]