[ she thought her senses are already keyed up, until she starts keenly listening to the silence they besmirch with the soles of their shoes. she isn't afraid of what's out there, she's afraid of going back to what she does know. but she doesn't regret leaving the knife behind: anything out here, she should be able to handle with her bare hands, or she would have read about it on the network. a callous on his skin scrapes his pocket when he pulls out his device, calling her attention to it before the screen lights up. she anticipates stopping for a piss or something, not... whatever that is. Her lips purse and she looks away, attention now split between thinking and listening.
he isn't telling her anything she doesn't know and it's not his faith in her that's frustrating, it's that it doesn't gel with everything else. the family man bullshit that's so important to him. telling him that would be a confrontation, not a conversation, and she doesn't have the energy to care about winning or losing. ]
I know [ she signs tersely, staring ahead. she knows like he feels: a whole hell of a lot and way too much. ]
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he isn't telling her anything she doesn't know and it's not his faith in her that's frustrating, it's that it doesn't gel with everything else. the family man bullshit that's so important to him. telling him that would be a confrontation, not a conversation, and she doesn't have the energy to care about winning or losing. ]
I know [ she signs tersely, staring ahead. she knows like he feels: a whole hell of a lot and way too much. ]