[ Akira had always balanced Ryo, as much as Ryo had balanced him. For all the softness that Akira held beneath his skin, Ryo was the shield that protected him. And so, when Ryo could no longer hold the heft of his facade, Akira had tended to the absence of warmth in him like the plants they'd over-watered in their youth. And just as Ryo cannot comprehend (or tells himself he cannot comprehend) the sorrow for each and every rot brought on by consideration, Ryo too cannot comprehend entirely that he is one of the very things that needed an excess of love. ]
It's possible. While plants are incredibly sensitive, many are also incredibly adaptable. [ The decay in the past hardly mattered now. ] The species they have on board isn't an accident. [ He lifts a hand again, makes a gesture more expansive than absent. It's a dismissal of worry, but a confirmation that he's done the homework they needed. ] At worst, they fail and we test. [ His mouth bows, considering and soft. ] I have a plan for that too.
[ He always does. That's what he's here for. He's gone through the library to reaffirm what he'd assumed. They'd have to take to trying what could be edible like every predecessor. But, they'd be safer than they'd ever hoped. The strategies laid were incontrovertible. As long as he had that, there was nothing below that could harm them for long.
But, still — he resettles his hand back in his lap. He reconsiders in the next breath, his fingers unfurling to brush against the edge of Akira's knee. ]
It's a solution only in the short term, [ he starts, his gaze flickering downward. Ryo has known no real home, outside of the one he has lost in another life. An far-flung outpost, green and beautiful. The only one he has now is the one he's anchored in Akira. Where he goes, Ryo follows. It does not matter that he does not allow himself to know.
He shifts his hand, curves his palm to the crown of Akira's knee. There's a small pause, before he drags his attention back up. ] I'll find a way bring us home, no matter what. [ His fingers curl, firm and measured. ] I won't be able to do it unless we're safer first.
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It's possible. While plants are incredibly sensitive, many are also incredibly adaptable. [ The decay in the past hardly mattered now. ] The species they have on board isn't an accident. [ He lifts a hand again, makes a gesture more expansive than absent. It's a dismissal of worry, but a confirmation that he's done the homework they needed. ] At worst, they fail and we test. [ His mouth bows, considering and soft. ] I have a plan for that too.
[ He always does. That's what he's here for. He's gone through the library to reaffirm what he'd assumed. They'd have to take to trying what could be edible like every predecessor. But, they'd be safer than they'd ever hoped. The strategies laid were incontrovertible. As long as he had that, there was nothing below that could harm them for long.
But, still — he resettles his hand back in his lap. He reconsiders in the next breath, his fingers unfurling to brush against the edge of Akira's knee. ]
It's a solution only in the short term, [ he starts, his gaze flickering downward. Ryo has known no real home, outside of the one he has lost in another life. An far-flung outpost, green and beautiful. The only one he has now is the one he's anchored in Akira. Where he goes, Ryo follows. It does not matter that he does not allow himself to know.
He shifts his hand, curves his palm to the crown of Akira's knee. There's a small pause, before he drags his attention back up. ] I'll find a way bring us home, no matter what. [ His fingers curl, firm and measured. ] I won't be able to do it unless we're safer first.