[ ian and his astonished brows get a simple, flat nod from thomas, lips pressed into a flat line. yep. that's his earth. solar flares and plague and zombies and human experimentation. well, not exactly zombies, but close enough to count. at least no asshole aliens, which would've made it all much, much worse. he's sure they wouldn't find the humanity of thomas's world any more worthy than ian's, and hell, his world is already mostly depopulated and half destroyed anyway.
thomas still doesn't want to share his memories right away. maybe later, maybe if this gets more comfortable. it's not like either of them are going anywhere, stuck in this city, but the more horror he's seeing in ian's head, the less he feels like a freak for having so much in his.
this is something he's never run into before, though, not with all the weird that WICKED put them through or shoved in his head, it was never about aliens, even if the grievers looked like them. but thomas knows survival, clawing and clinging to life, to whatever scraps of it you have left. ]
Sounds like they're going to either way, may as well take a shot while you have it. [ the whole planet's being destroyed anyway, at least go out swinging, but if they're all scattered to the wind, it may be too late now to reorganize that much. thomas shifts, somewhat uncomfortable in his seat, brow furrowed as he processes all of this. after a moment: ]
Did she live? The little girl.
[ she nags at him, hooks into his head, and he can't stop thinking about chuck. ]
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thomas still doesn't want to share his memories right away. maybe later, maybe if this gets more comfortable. it's not like either of them are going anywhere, stuck in this city, but the more horror he's seeing in ian's head, the less he feels like a freak for having so much in his.
this is something he's never run into before, though, not with all the weird that WICKED put them through or shoved in his head, it was never about aliens, even if the grievers looked like them. but thomas knows survival, clawing and clinging to life, to whatever scraps of it you have left. ]
Sounds like they're going to either way, may as well take a shot while you have it. [ the whole planet's being destroyed anyway, at least go out swinging, but if they're all scattered to the wind, it may be too late now to reorganize that much. thomas shifts, somewhat uncomfortable in his seat, brow furrowed as he processes all of this. after a moment: ]
Did she live? The little girl.
[ she nags at him, hooks into his head, and he can't stop thinking about chuck. ]