[ he has yet to take into account the possibility of varying time points. it isn't exactly at the forefront of his mind all things considered. he has more pressing concerns, such as who has and hasn't made it here.
unfortunately, the answer to his question has arrived in a very conscious and annoying form. of course, eggy has somehow managed to evade death and where there is one kingsman, there are bound to be more.
poppy does surface in his mind for a fleeting moment, but it passes quickly. honestly, he could do without her here. he could do with most of the people he knows back home not being here. very few of them would qualify as good news — at least the ones who are aware he's alive.
charlie is slightly taken aback by eggy's reaction. seeing how determined he was to kill him (and he has little doubt in his mind he would be dead right now if it wasn't for a sudden apocalyptic event), he didn't expect him to just leave at that. in fact, he wholly expects him to try to finish the job now.
something is off and, frankly, he isn't a fan of it.
biting back the more instinctive response of "I don't remember it being any of your business", he sets the kettle on the stove, waiting for it to come to a boil. he wants to know who else is here, so he can be civil for the time being if it gets him what he wants. ]
Not too long ago. Why? [ turning to face him, he leans back against the counter, resting his hand over the edge. ] How long have you been up?
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unfortunately, the answer to his question has arrived in a very conscious and annoying form. of course, eggy has somehow managed to evade death and where there is one kingsman, there are bound to be more.
poppy does surface in his mind for a fleeting moment, but it passes quickly. honestly, he could do without her here. he could do with most of the people he knows back home not being here. very few of them would qualify as good news — at least the ones who are aware he's alive.
charlie is slightly taken aback by eggy's reaction. seeing how determined he was to kill him (and he has little doubt in his mind he would be dead right now if it wasn't for a sudden apocalyptic event), he didn't expect him to just leave at that. in fact, he wholly expects him to try to finish the job now.
something is off and, frankly, he isn't a fan of it.
biting back the more instinctive response of "I don't remember it being any of your business", he sets the kettle on the stove, waiting for it to come to a boil. he wants to know who else is here, so he can be civil for the time being if it gets him what he wants. ]
Not too long ago. Why? [ turning to face him, he leans back against the counter, resting his hand over the edge. ] How long have you been up?