[ how could he ever forget that? how could it have beenn gone? ganymede has to reach up and hold his head for a moment, eyes closing tightly. not against keith - but against something that causes his brow to pinch for a moment. what did this? what's taken everything from him yet another time?
his eyes do open, then, and he's still that astral plane figure. the effect doesn't change for him, save for the faint glimmer of galaxies that float off him here and there. ]
A lot's happened, since. You left to get back to the others, but after that... it was the Eudora. And even that's a haze in many places. Not just for me, but for many of the other officers.
[ he watches him and it's then that keith breaks the remaining distance between them, a hand reaching out to lightly touch his right arm. the concern on his face clear, just as it always has been. ]
More than you know... [ so much has happened since then. he doesn't even know how he'd begin to tell him. but that's not what's important right now. ]
I get the feeling all of this, these injuries and prosthetics, the amnesia... none of it was an accident, was it. [ if he can even recall any of that. he doesn't want to push the subject, especially if it's going to cause shiro pain. ]
ganymede doesn't shy away from it, doesn't step back. he's almost relieved that keith does this, that he closes the distance - that it's okay. that it's real, not some hallucination or dream that he's falling through. but it also fills him with dread, at the same time, because keith is here, and people are dying.
he feels for everyone. bleeding heart, he'd said to lucien. adrastea's called me a bleeding heart before.
but it's keith. it's keith here. and he doesn't know how, or why, or if he can even do anything to truly help. ]
... the wetware is from a mission. [ but that's all he'll give. ] That's kind of patchy, too. But none of us think it's an accident, no.
[ yeah his right arm. why did you say it like that.
always trying to save everyone else... but never himself. keith has always found that part of him frustrating, but at the same time, it's one of his favorite qualities. a bleeding hear that never stops. never gives up. even in the hardest of times. ]
I see. [ he moves his hand to shiro's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. ] Well, I'm here to help you navigate it, just like before. [ like so many times before.]
I'm not going anywhere. [ he says this with such certainty, even when staying alive is not guaranteed.] And I'm not giving up on you.
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[ how could he ever forget that? how could it have beenn gone? ganymede has to reach up and hold his head for a moment, eyes closing tightly. not against keith - but against something that causes his brow to pinch for a moment. what did this? what's taken everything from him yet another time?
his eyes do open, then, and he's still that astral plane figure. the effect doesn't change for him, save for the faint glimmer of galaxies that float off him here and there. ]
A lot's happened, since. You left to get back to the others, but after that... it was the Eudora. And even that's a haze in many places. Not just for me, but for many of the other officers.
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[ he watches him and it's then that keith breaks the remaining distance between them, a hand reaching out to lightly touch his right arm. the concern on his face clear, just as it always has been. ]
More than you know... [ so much has happened since then. he doesn't even know how he'd begin to tell him. but that's not what's important right now. ]
I get the feeling all of this, these injuries and prosthetics, the amnesia... none of it was an accident, was it. [ if he can even recall any of that. he doesn't want to push the subject, especially if it's going to cause shiro pain. ]
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ganymede doesn't shy away from it, doesn't step back. he's almost relieved that keith does this, that he closes the distance - that it's okay. that it's real, not some hallucination or dream that he's falling through. but it also fills him with dread, at the same time, because keith is here, and people are dying.
he feels for everyone. bleeding heart, he'd said to lucien. adrastea's called me a bleeding heart before.
but it's keith. it's keith here. and he doesn't know how, or why, or if he can even do anything to truly help. ]
... the wetware is from a mission. [ but that's all he'll give. ] That's kind of patchy, too. But none of us think it's an accident, no.
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always trying to save everyone else... but never himself. keith has always found that part of him frustrating, but at the same time, it's one of his favorite qualities. a bleeding hear that never stops. never gives up. even in the hardest of times. ]
I see. [ he moves his hand to shiro's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. ] Well, I'm here to help you navigate it, just like before. [ like so many times before.]
I'm not going anywhere. [ he says this with such certainty, even when staying alive is not guaranteed.] And I'm not giving up on you.