He made a quiet noise of disagreement at her assessment. "Shells and shields break. They wear away over time. You want something more evanescent, like a dream you wake up from that you can't quite remember." Something more transient, so it'd be gone completely when finished. He had no desire to be tethered to one place.
"Uh, yeah." He sounded a bit distracted, all of the nastiness in his voice replaced with a low tone as he thought. "There is much I don't remember. The transformation was traumatic. I remember they were ostentatious affairs." He stopped what he was doing for a moment, his gaze going through Renee as he searched his memory for it (should she decide to peek and see why he stopped). "There was one for the mission, I recall. Before we left. I'm not sure why I remember this." He didn't choose to, but the manner of dress must have drudged up these flashes of memories. He could see a human Mara and his mother for a brief moment. He shook his head a little and got back to work, that edge returning to his voice. "Yes, affairs for show. Extravagant, money and technology thrown about wantonly. I imagine this mission we will be on will be similar." That wall slammed back up quick.
All he did was exhale with irritation at the comment of wasting time, but he deigned no reply to it. His jaw set as she grabbed his wrist, his gaze first going to the wrist, then to her eyes. Her snarl just made him even less pleased as he rubbed his wrist. "You're from Earth aren't you? You can try to make your eyes like mine," in reference to the red glow in her pupils, "but at the end of it all you're not the one who has to deal with these whispers at the back of your head, with these visions that come to you instead of dreams, and you don't have to sit here and count the centuries as they go by." Really, counting the failures of his attempts to surprise Mara as they tallied up - the years mattered not. His voice had risen as he made it through that. He wasn't yelling quite yet, but it was clear that something about this struck just as deep a nerve with him as it did her.
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"Uh, yeah." He sounded a bit distracted, all of the nastiness in his voice replaced with a low tone as he thought. "There is much I don't remember. The transformation was traumatic. I remember they were ostentatious affairs." He stopped what he was doing for a moment, his gaze going through Renee as he searched his memory for it (should she decide to peek and see why he stopped). "There was one for the mission, I recall. Before we left. I'm not sure why I remember this." He didn't choose to, but the manner of dress must have drudged up these flashes of memories. He could see a human Mara and his mother for a brief moment. He shook his head a little and got back to work, that edge returning to his voice. "Yes, affairs for show. Extravagant, money and technology thrown about wantonly. I imagine this mission we will be on will be similar." That wall slammed back up quick.
All he did was exhale with irritation at the comment of wasting time, but he deigned no reply to it. His jaw set as she grabbed his wrist, his gaze first going to the wrist, then to her eyes. Her snarl just made him even less pleased as he rubbed his wrist. "You're from Earth aren't you? You can try to make your eyes like mine," in reference to the red glow in her pupils, "but at the end of it all you're not the one who has to deal with these whispers at the back of your head, with these visions that come to you instead of dreams, and you don't have to sit here and count the centuries as they go by." Really, counting the failures of his attempts to surprise Mara as they tallied up - the years mattered not. His voice had risen as he made it through that. He wasn't yelling quite yet, but it was clear that something about this struck just as deep a nerve with him as it did her.