[ The words are said almost casually, as if he were commenting on the weather, but they're true enough. Every single time he's done something that probably should've killed him, he's somehow survived it. Whether it's just the devil's luck or it's something else that was modified by Dr. J ages ago, he neither knows nor cares.
But it's one thing to give a purely verbal answer and another to provide evidence to back up the claim, and he doesn't have Trowa here to vouch for him, so he takes a moment to make sure the robe is secure at his waist before shrugging it off of his shoulders, the scars from that ordeal and then some visible in the fire's light. He'd had very few external injuries, but the internal ones had necessitated surgical intervention. ]
...And yes, among other things. I was unconscious for a month afterward, and not long after I woke, I was borrowing another mobile suit for a fight in Antarctica.
There are worse things to suck at. [ dutch responds after a long moment of assessing his scars, gaze neutral. she has plenty of her own, but none surgical like his. hers are all stab wounds and burns, the occasional remnant of a bullet tearing through her flesh.
after a moment, she adds: ]
Sounds exciting. [ his life, she means. ] What are you going to do now you're here?
[ Shrugging back into the robe, his attention turns back to the flames in front of them. All of this 'in and out of pods' stuff has been exhausting. ] I suppose, though I'm not good at living either.
[ Her question is a good one and it makes him stop and think, turning over the options in his mind. They don't know much about where they are or what's going on, but eventually he'll have to make that decision. ]
There's someone I promised to protect. They'd said they would keep her safe, but I don't trust them to keep their word. I assume I'll do whatever's asked of me in order to ensure that safety. You?
[ It's not that he's genuinely curious, so much as it is that he wants to know who among their current companions he could potentially end up at odds with. ]
[ she says it lightly, like it doesn't bother her to admit that she's not sure. back home, she'd had a purpose: the war against the hullen. here, that war doesn't exist. ] The same, probably. [ she can't pretend that those words don't rankle. she hates that d'avin, pree and alvis are all in stasis, still and unmoving. she hates that they can be used to manipulate her, influence her. ]
Though... that in and of itself could be more hazardous. [ And if it turns out that killing her is the best way to ensure her safety, then that's what he'll do. Somehow. Maybe. Except for the part that he's failed every time he's tried thus far.
It would seem that they're of similar mind about some things, which means she could prove to be a difficult opponent if it came down to it, or a good ally. Always good to know who those people were, and it's only a code name, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable giving it out. ]
[ dutch would prefer allies to opponents, but she's not sentimental enough to think that everyone's going to be an ally. he sounds like he's competent, a good fighter, and forged to the kind of hardness that she knows all too well from herself. ]
Dutch.
[ after a moment, head tilting, she smiles. ] Good to meet you, despite the shitty circumstances.
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[ The words are said almost casually, as if he were commenting on the weather, but they're true enough. Every single time he's done something that probably should've killed him, he's somehow survived it. Whether it's just the devil's luck or it's something else that was modified by Dr. J ages ago, he neither knows nor cares.
But it's one thing to give a purely verbal answer and another to provide evidence to back up the claim, and he doesn't have Trowa here to vouch for him, so he takes a moment to make sure the robe is secure at his waist before shrugging it off of his shoulders, the scars from that ordeal and then some visible in the fire's light. He'd had very few external injuries, but the internal ones had necessitated surgical intervention. ]
...And yes, among other things. I was unconscious for a month afterward, and not long after I woke, I was borrowing another mobile suit for a fight in Antarctica.
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after a moment, she adds: ]
Sounds exciting. [ his life, she means. ] What are you going to do now you're here?
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[ Her question is a good one and it makes him stop and think, turning over the options in his mind. They don't know much about where they are or what's going on, but eventually he'll have to make that decision. ]
There's someone I promised to protect. They'd said they would keep her safe, but I don't trust them to keep their word. I assume I'll do whatever's asked of me in order to ensure that safety. You?
[ It's not that he's genuinely curious, so much as it is that he wants to know who among their current companions he could potentially end up at odds with. ]
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[ she says it lightly, like it doesn't bother her to admit that she's not sure. back home, she'd had a purpose: the war against the hullen. here, that war doesn't exist. ] The same, probably. [ she can't pretend that those words don't rankle. she hates that d'avin, pree and alvis are all in stasis, still and unmoving. she hates that they can be used to manipulate her, influence her. ]
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It would seem that they're of similar mind about some things, which means she could prove to be a difficult opponent if it came down to it, or a good ally. Always good to know who those people were, and it's only a code name, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable giving it out. ]
Heero Yuy.
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Dutch.
[ after a moment, head tilting, she smiles. ] Good to meet you, despite the shitty circumstances.