[ Herc looks away and Mako can feel very distinctly the motion of it; she experiences it keenly against her own senses and it turns her expression hesitant and regretful for as long as the moment lasts. This is uncertain ground for her, and while the unknown has never truly frightened Mako, the thought of a personal life is anathema to her. It, in many ways, feels like a failure. (Chuck isn't the only one who wants to be the best. He isn't the only one to be frustrated by it either.) ]
Are we ahead, sir? [ asks Mako.
It's not that she intends to take him up on his offer, but she grew up in a world belonging to the kaiju. By the time she came into her own, everything was so choked up on desperation, she had no idea what it was like to be "ahead" of disaster's curve. ]
( i x : d 1 : late night )
Are we ahead, sir? [ asks Mako.
It's not that she intends to take him up on his offer, but she grew up in a world belonging to the kaiju. By the time she came into her own, everything was so choked up on desperation, she had no idea what it was like to be "ahead" of disaster's curve. ]