[He huffs a fond kind of laugh as she echoes his reassurances back at him. They can only hope. As he releases the crate to give their barricade a dry run—]
Sort of, yeah. ...Among other things.
[The Transistor. He's used to that question, or obvious reasons. Doesn't mean he's gotten all that much better at answering it. (Still, maybe he should try, in this case. For both their sakes. He can feel the dissonant buzz of the Storm in the air, still. Less than the oppressive influence from the Spine, but just as present. Waxing and waning with the winds, building steadily until the next crash of lightning strikes, the next wave of jarring energy threatens to rattle the mysterious systems governing his whole existence.)]
...kind of a long story.
[Not that they've got anywhere to be. But, y'know. It's a gentler sidestep than I don't like to talk about it.]
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Sort of, yeah. ...Among other things.
[The Transistor. He's used to that question, or obvious reasons. Doesn't mean he's gotten all that much better at answering it. (Still, maybe he should try, in this case. For both their sakes. He can feel the dissonant buzz of the Storm in the air, still. Less than the oppressive influence from the Spine, but just as present. Waxing and waning with the winds, building steadily until the next crash of lightning strikes, the next wave of jarring energy threatens to rattle the mysterious systems governing his whole existence.)]
...kind of a long story.
[Not that they've got anywhere to be. But, y'know. It's a gentler sidestep than I don't like to talk about it.]