[ oa gives so much to read, in fact, that it's adorable. people do not often make themselves available to others in such a raw, honest manner; at least, not people he's known. not people where he's from and definitely not people like him. even cheris ( not cheris ), hid something of themselves. oa must be, but here and now... her face is a beautiful, expressive thing. jedao ices the soreness of his lip, shifts the ice to his temple where a scrape has been hidden in his dark hairline, barely noticeable and easily ignored. it stings, like the scraped skin of his palms and fingertips. he'll need gloves, gloves help all things.

to reply to the mention of cages wouldn't be in his best interest; what oa receives is a wry twist to his lips, a faint laugh in the slender column of his throat. half-helpless, half-agreeable. there are better answers to give, smarter pieces to move. ]

Time. And space. I was part of a group resisting a tyrannical future. We were sent to so many different times, different worlds.

[ he was not involved in every mission, coming in close to clutch time, but extrapolation based on his prior studies of COST's former work isn't difficult. not with his knowledge, his background. not with cheris's knowledge, either. ]

Honestly, I half-expected this to be another related mission. It doesn't feel all that different. But, that group isn't here - not in the form I knew it, at least.