i'm still not sure how this happened tbh.

[who_is]

Another one for the cause, are you? Well, whether you are or not, it'll be good to stretch these legs again. Get a bit of fresh air, feel the sunshine...

You do know a place where I could find some of that, don't you? After all the work I've done in Rapture, a spot of fresh air and sunshine sounds like it would be just fine. It'd be much appreciated, lass.

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[unkindly]

Hello, Atlas.

[Does he know who you are? Does he know who he is?

..........nope.]

[who_is]

Well, hello there. [Best play it safe. He greets the kid with a friendly look.] You made it topside too, boyo?

[unkindly]

Apparently.

[It's brighter than he remembered.]

Though I'm not sure how.

[who_is]

Indeed. Might be nice to remember the way, aye?

[He pauses to allow for a calculated break in his expression.]

Of course... Might be nice if my Patrick and Moira could have seen the sunshine as well.

[unkindly]

[He glances over at Atlas, frowning a little.

It bothers him, that he couldn't do anything. After everything he had already been through, he could do that one thing. Killed so many people but couldn't save two.

Yeah, it really bothers him.

But hell if he knows what to say to that.]

I'm sorry.

[who_is]

[No notes of disgust or disbelief? Now that's a hell of a good sign.

He gives Jack a solemn look, then breaks it with a small, sad smile and claps a hand to his shoulder.]

You needn't be sorry, boyo. I know you did what you could. But Ryan... Ryan was too much for us there.

[unkindly]

[You caught Jack at a good canon point, Atlas.

Good for you, anyway.

He nods.]

He won't be next time.

[who_is]

And it'll be thanks to you that he won't.

[He takes a step back, sticks his hands in his pockets, and glances around.]

Find out what you can about this place, would you kindly? Wouldn't do for us to be caught off-guard by him and his just for taking in a little fresh air.

[unkindly]

[He nods. It's a reasonable request.

That it's put very politely doesn't hurt.

Doesn't hurt at all.

He'll just be poking around now and... having a conversation with his mun, perhaps?

In any case, when he comes back, it's armed with... some kind of information.]

I'm told it's not exactly a place.

[who_is]

[As he expected of the obedient hound. Who's a good boy, yes he is.

Of course, the information itself isn't something expected at all.]

Not a place? How can that be?

[unkindly]

[Just don't expect him to wag his tail.

And he's not terribly happy about the information, though it seems to be coming from a... knowledgeable source.]

You have one of those... mundanes talking to you, right? You were talking to yours.

[who_is]

I was. [But clearly this concept is one beyond him.]

What does that mean for the two of us?

[unkindly]

It's like Limbo, she says.

[He's... kind of okay with it, actually. It's a nice break from killing everything.]

[who_is]

Limbo? [What the hell kind of answer is that?]

That's no good... I've a feeling we'd do best to get ourselves out of here, however we can.

[unkindly]

Yeah. We wait here, where there's... only us, until we're sent somewhere.

[He shrugs.]

Doesn't seem that bad to me so far.