Rapt0r & Lacus

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[rapt0r]

You're pretty confident, huh.

[ ... ]

Don't know yet. There's a lot I didn't bother with until recently. It was just games and destruction for years. And most of my allies kept the chatter between themselves if they stuck around after meetings.

[idologue]

[ No comment on the confidence thing. She'll let that stand because it's true. There's no acceptable future in which she doesn't get back home. ]

Then you've got ample opportunity to figure it out now! How wonderful!

Let's make the most of it! Maybe I should ask you about games next time...?

[rapt0r]

Don't talk like that if you want me to stick around.

[ It's a warning, but the fact that it's made in the first place says something on it's own. He has little tolerance for certain shades of social interactions, but it's not like he wants to stay completely in his own box anymore either.

Ah, youth. ]

I'd rather play them but that island you're on has nothing.

[ Hm... ]

[idologue]

[ So even though she'll let him talk gamerspeak, he won't let her talk like a 13yo noble maiden whose Papá has allowed her to enter society for the first time?! Very rude! She won't argue the point because she wants to keep talking, but!! Still!!

However... 'the island you're on', huh? Lacus will remember that. ]

I don't suppose the U-pinion has the processing power to add games to its functionality?

[rapt0r]

Not anything worthwhile. But since you're confident that you won't bite it, you should have actual options later.

[idologue]

Ah... Well, that's going to have to be good enough for now.

I won't die here - there's someone I've promised to always come home to.

[rapt0r]

People make and break promises all the time.

[ .... ]

But with all that talk you said—it'll be something to watch either way.

[idologue]

I hope you'll enjoy my song - in the broadest possible sense of 'song'.

[ And looking at the horizon, where the sun has started setting over the unexpected length of their conversation: ]

Goodnight, Rapt0r.