[ Even with her holding his hands, they still tremble - it isn't something he has any control over, and he looks queasy. He stares at her hands instead of at her face.
He is perfectly warm, has a normal pulse. Hell, even has a healed arm.
But he shouldn't.
He should be dead. ]
I watched it, Gunny. I didn't take a single breath for seven hours. I was a husk. I felt it happenin', and I just--
[She can imagine him, in the room alone, watching the entire thing, and it makes her angry all over again. Angry that it happened at all, but more than that, angry that she wasn't there.]
It's this damn station.
[He's right. There's no way he should be alive, and she has no explanation for it. Her grip on his hands tightens, trying to quell the trembling.]
Like the walls sucking people in. Nothing about it is normal.
[Bobbie's been trying to stay relatively calm, but that possibility is too much for her, and she scrubs her hands over her face, trying to wrestle her emotions under control again.]
We don't know if anything is still keeping you alive. It could have been one and done.
[ Watching Bobbie scrub at her face is enough to drag him out of his own self pity, suddenly worried more about her than he is about himself. If he's a dead man walking, that's what he is. But he can't drag the crew down with him. So he sucks in a breath, straightens out. ]
Yeah. It ain't worth theorizin' over. Just - thought you should see it.
We'll just make sure no one gets caught alone, like that. We'll be alrigh'.
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He is perfectly warm, has a normal pulse. Hell, even has a healed arm.
But he shouldn't.
He should be dead. ]
I watched it, Gunny. I didn't take a single breath for seven hours. I was a husk. I felt it happenin', and I just--
[ He clenched his fists tight. ]
It ain't right.
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It's this damn station.
[He's right. There's no way he should be alive, and she has no explanation for it. Her grip on his hands tightens, trying to quell the trembling.]
Like the walls sucking people in. Nothing about it is normal.
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Yeah.
Just now, I ain't normal, either.
[ The trembling is slowly receding, and he swallows, looking down at their hands. ]
Makin' it real hard to feel real at all. Like some - damn science fiction story--
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[At least, that's how she felt.]
But you're real. You're okay. Something just... brought you back.
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Yeah. I just hope this ain't- this ain't some protoshit-- [ He cut off, letting out a hard breath. ]
Brought me back.
[ He looked like he was going to be sick again, but instead he just took his hands back from hers, folding them across his chest. ]
We just gotta find a way to get the hell outta here, and hope that leavin' doesn't undo whatever the hell it is that's keepin' me alive.
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We don't know if anything is still keeping you alive. It could have been one and done.
[It's fine. It has to be fine.]
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[ Watching Bobbie scrub at her face is enough to drag him out of his own self pity, suddenly worried more about her than he is about himself. If he's a dead man walking, that's what he is. But he can't drag the crew down with him. So he sucks in a breath, straightens out. ]
Yeah. It ain't worth theorizin' over. Just - thought you should see it.
We'll just make sure no one gets caught alone, like that. We'll be alrigh'.