[ NOOOO not the tears but at least she wipes her face. he looks a little emotional himself, and gives her a smile that's a little wobbly. ] I'd love to.
[ there's pride in his voice almost immediately, this arching warmth that colors his words as he saves his work and shifts his personal device's screens, moving one over so it displays an image. it's of a city - not as bustling as the one in hell, maybe, but one bursting with life all the same. there's a square immediately visible, a large marble statue in the center surrounded by flowering, pink trees and the soft hubbub of city life, and the image pans outwards to show more beyond it - a residential area with white picket fences and cute houses, children playing in the yards. a garden, beautiful and bright, a rainy day where water falls lush on hydrangeas and asphalt alike.
he talks as the images move, quietly. ]
The Eighth Galaxy was rejected by the Eden system. It is a place where people who couldn't connect to it were more or less held, sent away with little help of their own. For a long time, it was a lawless place, where the majority of the planets were held by gangsters or arms traders, and where things were broken down and despairing more often than they weren't. I was born on a planet called Cayley, and I grew up in what most people would consider a rough and tumble existence, but... the people who live in the Eighth are the best kind of people, Four. They're just people, people who life has not been so kind to, in one way or another, and I've done everything in my power to give them the kindnesses that they deserve. The Eighth, in the past ten years, has become a sovereign galaxy of its own; we no longer rely on the Interplanetary Union System for anything. We've spent time improving our infrastructure and protecting our borders, and since then, have mostly eliminated the black market and piracy that used to rule this place to make things better.
[ he moves through the images, fondness in his voice growing a little as he continues. a building with a flag outside of it. a shopping district and a market. ]
This is the planet I live on now, Qiming, in a place called the Milky Way City. It's our capitol. Qiming is warm, with a consistent rainy season each year. The city itself is flourishing - we developed a light rail system that connects all of the major points of the city so people can get around easily in the past few years, and the population rate is starting to grow. I don't know if I would say it's paradise, necessarily, because it's a place as much as any other place, but I wouldn't want a paradise, anyway. What it is is home.
[ she should have known he would gush. she expected it a bit, but not quite to this extent. she focuses on the images, as he speaks. in every way, it'd be a culture shock for her, not simply in terms of technology or being in space.
it may not be paradise, but it seems idyllic enough in its own way. four knows what it's like to have a family, dysfunctional or not, but she's never known a home. it's a lot to think about and conceptualize.
ultimately, she's selfish and bitter, but she can never throw away her desire for affection. it makes this a hard choice to make. ]
It sounds very like you, to build this kind of place. To want to give people a chance. You would offer a home to almost anyone.
[ when he should be more discerning.
she doesn't want to say no, but she's also horrible at seeing other people be happy. ]
... Can I take some time to decide? If you're going to succeed in making that traveling contraption you were talking about....
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[ there's pride in his voice almost immediately, this arching warmth that colors his words as he saves his work and shifts his personal device's screens, moving one over so it displays an image. it's of a city - not as bustling as the one in hell, maybe, but one bursting with life all the same. there's a square immediately visible, a large marble statue in the center surrounded by flowering, pink trees and the soft hubbub of city life, and the image pans outwards to show more beyond it - a residential area with white picket fences and cute houses, children playing in the yards. a garden, beautiful and bright, a rainy day where water falls lush on hydrangeas and asphalt alike.
he talks as the images move, quietly. ]
The Eighth Galaxy was rejected by the Eden system. It is a place where people who couldn't connect to it were more or less held, sent away with little help of their own. For a long time, it was a lawless place, where the majority of the planets were held by gangsters or arms traders, and where things were broken down and despairing more often than they weren't. I was born on a planet called Cayley, and I grew up in what most people would consider a rough and tumble existence, but... the people who live in the Eighth are the best kind of people, Four. They're just people, people who life has not been so kind to, in one way or another, and I've done everything in my power to give them the kindnesses that they deserve. The Eighth, in the past ten years, has become a sovereign galaxy of its own; we no longer rely on the Interplanetary Union System for anything. We've spent time improving our infrastructure and protecting our borders, and since then, have mostly eliminated the black market and piracy that used to rule this place to make things better.
[ he moves through the images, fondness in his voice growing a little as he continues. a building with a flag outside of it. a shopping district and a market. ]
This is the planet I live on now, Qiming, in a place called the Milky Way City. It's our capitol. Qiming is warm, with a consistent rainy season each year. The city itself is flourishing - we developed a light rail system that connects all of the major points of the city so people can get around easily in the past few years, and the population rate is starting to grow. I don't know if I would say it's paradise, necessarily, because it's a place as much as any other place, but I wouldn't want a paradise, anyway. What it is is home.
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it may not be paradise, but it seems idyllic enough in its own way. four knows what it's like to have a family, dysfunctional or not, but she's never known a home. it's a lot to think about and conceptualize.
ultimately, she's selfish and bitter, but she can never throw away her desire for affection. it makes this a hard choice to make. ]
It sounds very like you, to build this kind of place. To want to give people a chance. You would offer a home to almost anyone.
[ when he should be more discerning.
she doesn't want to say no, but she's also horrible at seeing other people be happy. ]
... Can I take some time to decide? If you're going to succeed in making that traveling contraption you were talking about....
[ that's four giving him a drop of faith. ]