[In truth, this isn't quite what he'd been expecting when he'd decided to try out the training modules, not entirely what he'd been hoping for. What he'd wanted was a battle simulation, something bloody and brutal and hot, the fast ascending animal joy that comes over him in the midst of a fight. A welcome relief, it would have been, a way to temporarily obliterate the darkness inside his own head, the bleak thoughts of his world gone to ruins and everything he'd ever known - dark and twisted as it may have been - lost to the desolation of the storm.

He never has been good with change.

But there's no brutal battle, here. Only a holding cell, small and dreary, with walls that are ominously stained and permeated by a copperhot scent he knows down to the core of himself. It's reminiscent of something else, something that cuts a little too close to the bone, but whatever the case, he's here now, and it seems he isn't alone. Leaning back against the wall with casual grace, chin tilted nonchalantly upwards, he'll address his evident partner in crime--]

Are you any good in a fight? I suggest we wait until they come for us, and then we have ourselves a spot of fun.

[He's tried to avoid coming here. Tried, but like so many things he tries to do it ends in failure. Once he'd learned of its presence on board the station, once he knows what it is and what it means, the pull has been gravitational, a force so large it weighs him down. Is it better to know, or to go on with the possibility that that everything he'd ever known could have been lost, the small collection of people (if they can truly be called that) who mean anything to him obliterated in the wake of the Storm?

Would it be better that way, for all of that to be gone and done with leaving him cut loose and unmoored and untethered by all of that darkness?

But even here, even in the wake of the destruction of his world, some of the old habits remain. The call of the past is a strong one, something felt all the way down to his bones, and there are things left unfinished, things that could perhaps be finished here. If he's in there. if She is.

And so he finds his way to the stasis unit in the end, almost without thought, his feet taking him there with all the consciousness of a somnambulist. Only, now he's inside he isn't so sure. He lingers just inside the entrance, both pulled to continue and pushed to leave, caught unmoving between those two contradictory points, and when someone emerges from further within the unit he'll look up quick and almost guilty, the edges of his expression sharp--]

Is it worth it? Finding what you're looking for, one way or the other.

[The Observation Deck is near deserted when he comes across it, and it's for this reason he's decided to linger-- for the most part he's tried to avoid being alone with his own thoughts for too long, with the questions that stutter and spark in him and fill him with a sick kind of fear that rattles right down to the Spine. But he never has been a social creature, and yes the vastness of space holds it's own brand of terror for someone who's rarely ever ventured above ground, but the quiet here is appealing. Gives him a moment to breathe.

Or at least, it does, until the the alert starts to sound, the neon blinking of the distress signal catching at his unwanted attention and there's a faltering moment where he considers just walking away. Pretending he'd never seen it. It's not his problem, the people here mean nothing to him, and if questioned he can always claim ignorance-- everything here is so far outside of his experience that it would surely sound believable enough. He's not exactly the altruistic sort.

But the moment breaks, and he sighs, moves over towards the control panel and stares down at it with a face that is blank and impassive. All of this, it means nothing to him, the blinking lights and the mass of switches and the ever present call for assistance. Just as well that you happen to walk past at just the right moment. The sound of your footsteps catches at his attention, and quickly he glances back over his shoulder, calls out--]

Come here a moment, won't you?

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