[ 'aliens', he says, and thomas's brows crawl right up his forehead. he wants to scoff, to shake his head or roll his eyes, because what the hell, but looking at where we are now...
and let's be honest: ]
I can't judge, my world's got zombies.
[ thomas deadpans, with a sigh. yeah, okay, so aliens are a thing. ian doesn't have a reason to lie to him, and he just saw the memories himself. if cranks and grievers and everything else about the world can be true, sure, aliens aren't that far of a stretch.
immediately, thomas wants to ask to see more. there's blanks in his head - what they look like, what they sound like, what they wanted, why, where they came from, and how it became this. he keeps his chill about it for now, leaning back and seeming to think over what ian's told him for a second. ]
So it was just, what, a resource harvest for them? That's it?
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and let's be honest: ]
I can't judge, my world's got zombies.
[ thomas deadpans, with a sigh. yeah, okay, so aliens are a thing. ian doesn't have a reason to lie to him, and he just saw the memories himself. if cranks and grievers and everything else about the world can be true, sure, aliens aren't that far of a stretch.
immediately, thomas wants to ask to see more. there's blanks in his head - what they look like, what they sound like, what they wanted, why, where they came from, and how it became this. he keeps his chill about it for now, leaning back and seeming to think over what ian's told him for a second. ]
So it was just, what, a resource harvest for them? That's it?