[ Ryo's fondness for the planet they left behind is housed in a singular form instead of fluctuating topographies, though he could not say so yet. In an outpost of a planet, nestled in the emptiness, Ryo had nothing more than singular instance to pin the warmth of his nostalgia to. An outlying series of data in the theoretical constructions he'd housed himself in, the systems he tried so hard to believe in were always weakened by a variable he could account for. And yet, he never rid of it. He couldn't. No matter how he denied, it implied more about the vulnerabilities and betrayals of Ryo Asuka as a subject. There was no armor strong enough to keep it back, no wall high enough to scrape the exterior boundary. When the contradiction lived within, punched into the mortar of all of his emotional fortresses like ivy, ripping it out without it comprising its structural integrity was an impossibility. Without Akira, who to Ryo was the only important thing, he did not exist.
And the tragedy and blessing of that, perhaps, was the fact he was not yet capable of articulating it. ]
Plants are more resilient than we give them credit for.
[ Straight to the point and matter of fact. He leaves it at that, knowing that Haru has more knowledge of the actual art than the application. One couldn't paint without technique, but one is not a painter without creativity. Ryo was better suited to the harder facts, something he'd been made well aware of.
Even still, Akira brings with him concerns he'd been mulling over for some time now. It hadn't been able to be discussed in earnest until now, but: ]
I do, [ Ryo says. His voice is like it always in these scenarios: direct and without uncertainty.
It's a small series of movements that triggers the transition from text, a sway more than a pull. He straightens his posture, lifts his head, one hand coming up to tuck the longer strands of his hair behind the shell of his ear. He doesn't tend to it more than that, before turning his wrist and unwinding the communicator from about it. He extends to Akira, mouth dipping downward in thought. ]
There was a report posted by a user named Nines. He and another guy opened the hangar bay nearly two months ago. I was able to access the ships and rovers myself, but since then I haven't had the time to dedicate to learning the controls. Moreover, I thought it would be better to wait to see if our more organic supplies were viable. It's hard to say how long the replicator's materials would last in the event something went wrong. [ Between the disease and the endless, looping music — the conditions hadn't been ideal. He leans forward a little, should Akira have taken his communicator, and scrolls through the document he's opened to the relevant portion of the document he's pulled up. ] I tried getting into the system to see if it had an autopilot function.
[ Ryo blinks once and glances up, before scrolling down to another portion of the document for him. ] I haven't found it yet.
[ But, the implication that he's planning to try it again is there, as is the implicit suggestion that Akira's welcome to come along and figure it out with him. It always is there. It has always been there, since the time they were children. ]
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And the tragedy and blessing of that, perhaps, was the fact he was not yet capable of articulating it. ]
Plants are more resilient than we give them credit for.
[ Straight to the point and matter of fact. He leaves it at that, knowing that Haru has more knowledge of the actual art than the application. One couldn't paint without technique, but one is not a painter without creativity. Ryo was better suited to the harder facts, something he'd been made well aware of.
Even still, Akira brings with him concerns he'd been mulling over for some time now. It hadn't been able to be discussed in earnest until now, but: ]
I do, [ Ryo says. His voice is like it always in these scenarios: direct and without uncertainty.
It's a small series of movements that triggers the transition from text, a sway more than a pull. He straightens his posture, lifts his head, one hand coming up to tuck the longer strands of his hair behind the shell of his ear. He doesn't tend to it more than that, before turning his wrist and unwinding the communicator from about it. He extends to Akira, mouth dipping downward in thought. ]
There was a report posted by a user named Nines. He and another guy opened the hangar bay nearly two months ago. I was able to access the ships and rovers myself, but since then I haven't had the time to dedicate to learning the controls. Moreover, I thought it would be better to wait to see if our more organic supplies were viable. It's hard to say how long the replicator's materials would last in the event something went wrong. [ Between the disease and the endless, looping music — the conditions hadn't been ideal. He leans forward a little, should Akira have taken his communicator, and scrolls through the document he's opened to the relevant portion of the document he's pulled up. ] I tried getting into the system to see if it had an autopilot function.
[ Ryo blinks once and glances up, before scrolling down to another portion of the document for him. ] I haven't found it yet.
[ But, the implication that he's planning to try it again is there, as is the implicit suggestion that Akira's welcome to come along and figure it out with him. It always is there. It has always been there, since the time they were children. ]