[ miles shoots a confused look between the two of them. okay, he's feeling a little less jolly about this reunion, but -- no, dammit, bel will remember. they just need a little time. they've already started to remember some things. ]
Escobar? You were on Escobar a week ago? [ that...shouldn't be possible, considering how long they've been at ausland. his brow furrows. ] It must be some Ingress horseshit. It never makes any damned sense, and I think it's got a very suspect sense of humor.
I recognized his uniform. Seemed like the most surefire way of getting close to you two.
[She'd succeeded, though this is far from the reunion she'd envisioned. Given the circumstances, she isn’t expecting Bel to suddenly close the distance between them. A flurry of emotions flashes across Zam’s face at Bel’s touch—hope, desire, apprehension—only to shutter to disappointment when nothing changes in her (former?) friend’s gaze.
She steps back from Bel and turns to Miles, giving a huff of unhappy laughter at his words.] I always suspected that karking machine had it in for me. [Zam could almost mistake it for deliberate cruelty, the way it had given her a few elated moments with Bel before ripping them—and their memories—away. Maybe it was.
She looks back at Bel, still hovering at the edge of her space.]
Miles must’ve told you about the Moira. Does any of it sound familiar at all?
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Escobar? You were on Escobar a week ago? [ that...shouldn't be possible, considering how long they've been at ausland. his brow furrows. ] It must be some Ingress horseshit. It never makes any damned sense, and I think it's got a very suspect sense of humor.
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[She'd succeeded, though this is far from the reunion she'd envisioned. Given the circumstances, she isn’t expecting Bel to suddenly close the distance between them. A flurry of emotions flashes across Zam’s face at Bel’s touch—hope, desire, apprehension—only to shutter to disappointment when nothing changes in her (former?) friend’s gaze.
She steps back from Bel and turns to Miles, giving a huff of unhappy laughter at his words.] I always suspected that karking machine had it in for me. [Zam could almost mistake it for deliberate cruelty, the way it had given her a few elated moments with Bel before ripping them—and their memories—away. Maybe it was.
She looks back at Bel, still hovering at the edge of her space.]
Miles must’ve told you about the Moira. Does any of it sound familiar at all?