[ Well, that little spot of hope is all they have to go on, really, so, after a silence: ] Yeah. Maybe.
[ Simon is, again, not optimistic, but he can’t dwell on it without getting lightheaded with anxiety, and stops in front of a row of dust-covered shelves staring at nothing and wringing his hands to death like an NPC with a pathing problem while he tries to shake it. It was so much easier to compartmentalize the apocalypse when it had already happened and there was barely any life to worry about but his own. ]
It’s probably... [ how does he think about this but not think about it— okay he has it, focus on... finding clues to stop the Storm and not how it will kill the planet ] ...uh, it’s probably- it’d be somewhere else, if they got anywhere with it.
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[ Simon is, again, not optimistic, but he can’t dwell on it without getting lightheaded with anxiety, and stops in front of a row of dust-covered shelves staring at nothing and wringing his hands to death like an NPC with a pathing problem while he tries to shake it. It was so much easier to compartmentalize the apocalypse when it had already happened and there was barely any life to worry about but his own. ]
It’s probably... [ how does he think about this but not think about it— okay he has it, focus on... finding clues to stop the Storm and not how it will kill the planet ] ...uh, it’s probably- it’d be somewhere else, if they got anywhere with it.