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[gaspeite]

[WHO] gaspeite & 12degreeskelvin
[WHERE] the roof of the Trekpartment™
[ABOUT] bonding over dying?
[WARNINGS] N/A

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[12degreeskelvin]

It was a decent enough place to think, really. Better than some other places and usually quiet and unoccupied which meant nothing to distract from the thoughts that sent people up here in the first place. It was one of those undiscovered hiding places, really, that only a few people seemed to know about. Which was all just as fine with him. He had plenty to think about.

There was someone else up here tonight, though- but at least he recognized her. She didn't look exactly pleased, either, but then that was almost the entire point of coming up here in the first place. And he only paused for a fraction of a second before he moved up and stood next to her- he'd learned not to fight that "father instinct" that apparently had him caring for everyone who looked upset.

"Hey. You okay?"

[gaspeite]

She hadn't expected to find anyone else up here, either. Gaila had come up here to be alone, after all. While she normally enjoyed Nyota's presence and the company of Jim and the others, right now, it wasn't something she needed. Whatever was wrong with the Mezzo Hotel that caused them all to turn into teenagers again had interrupted her dealing with what Jim had told her of her non-existent future.

"Commander," Gaila said finally after a moment or two of silence, straightening her posture more out of habit than necessity. "I'm...fine. I will be, anyway."

[12degreeskelvin]

“Well, that is why people come up here. To figure out if they’re fine or not.” Or if there was even anything to be “fine” about or if it was even possible to be “fine” anymore. There was something about high places that always seemed to spur all kinds of thinking- and not all of it was exactly happy. At least the ledges seemed too far off and it was only for cold fresh air that cleared everything away except for the thoughts that they wanted to think, as terrible as they always seemed to be whenever he came up here.

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

[gaspeite]

"I don't know," the Orion said honestly, tearing her gaze off the human officer to scan the city's skyline. So many foreign buildings that didn't strike her as Terran or anything from any of the other worlds she'd been to. Having been sixteen again reminded her of worlds she didn't wish to remember anymore and she had to slam her eyes shut to help drown out that which be put back into the vault of the long forgotten, a part of her life that would never be revisited.

And in a sick twist of irony, she knew that to be a certainty.

...then again, the other individual on this rooftop was probably the only person who was capable of understanding how she felt right now. Gaila forced herself to open her eyes and turn around to face Jim's father.

"How do live with it? Knowing you're going to die? I know that might sound a little out of place and bold of me to ask, sir, but... I sort of-- I'm going to die, too."