But can we trust their answers? [And that's... the million dollar question here, isn't it? Sure, space has... weird stuff. But nothing happens without a cause, right? Being stuck here, out of nowhere, can't be random. And who can really be sure if all these people are telling the truth?
And a sigh.] Yeah. [To be fair, he... Doesn't fully understand how exactly his wolf even works. It does, and that's all that matters. Pidge did try to tell him more about it once, but when it began descending into the possibility that every time his wolf disappeared with him and appeared again the 'him' that was back could, in theory, not even be the same 'him' that was gone, he just. Decided not to. Think about it anymore, that is. Some things are just better left without explanation. Kind of like Hunk's food.
... There really are a lot of tools in that box. None of them is powerful enough to open one of the ships on its own, but. They all could work on many other things here. What have these people been doing all this time?] Sure. We should probably keep this. [Okay, bigger stuff first. He grabs the hammer... and then just stops, looking at it. Hm. Actually, maybe they shouldn't store that in the box. They lost their bayards and he lost his sword, but if bad comes to worse, that could work just fine as an improvised weapon. So he sets it aside, and goes for the pliers next.]
We got the pilot problem sorted. [There's two ships and, well. Two of them.] And it feels like anywhere that is not here is good. At least if any of the stuff they say happens around here really happens. But-- [And he eyes Lance, giving him a small smirk.] Yeah. Pretty much.
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And a sigh.] Yeah. [To be fair, he... Doesn't fully understand how exactly his wolf even works. It does, and that's all that matters. Pidge did try to tell him more about it once, but when it began descending into the possibility that every time his wolf disappeared with him and appeared again the 'him' that was back could, in theory, not even be the same 'him' that was gone, he just. Decided not to. Think about it anymore, that is. Some things are just better left without explanation. Kind of like Hunk's food.
... There really are a lot of tools in that box. None of them is powerful enough to open one of the ships on its own, but. They all could work on many other things here. What have these people been doing all this time?] Sure. We should probably keep this. [Okay, bigger stuff first. He grabs the hammer... and then just stops, looking at it. Hm. Actually, maybe they shouldn't store that in the box. They lost their bayards and he lost his sword, but if bad comes to worse, that could work just fine as an improvised weapon. So he sets it aside, and goes for the pliers next.]
We got the pilot problem sorted. [There's two ships and, well. Two of them.] And it feels like anywhere that is not here is good. At least if any of the stuff they say happens around here really happens. But-- [And he eyes Lance, giving him a small smirk.] Yeah. Pretty much.