[ ever petulant, a voice like a child saying "no." determined. ]
It's just not right.
[ juno knows the tone held in nureyev's voice almost too well. not raised to shout, thin on patience, but seeming to try and understand him. he half balks inwardly, thumb worrying at one of his knuckles as he hears peter shift forward a little to lean.
he doesn't want to look up, every fiber of his being says not to because it's like standing on the edge of something terrifying and unknown, a bottomless pit that he feels he's still only scraped the surface of. but he does, a look of half-comprehension on his face because something has to be his fault. something he missed, something he could have done.
but nureyev reminds him: it's bigger than him. hell, it's bigger than the both of them isn't it? that alone is still hard to wrap around his brain, the idea that hyperion's been swallowed up by some devastating storm and the remaining few are asleep. they don't even know. juno wants to say that city was all he had. but maybe it wouldn't be the truth, looking at nureyev now, but reminding himself that he made that bed, or got out of it, rather. ]
And I know crap in the world isn't always fair. [ juno doesn't lean back, lingers. ] I can't shake the feeling that I'm a bug under a glass here than someone who just got rescued.
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It's just not right.
[ juno knows the tone held in nureyev's voice almost too well. not raised to shout, thin on patience, but seeming to try and understand him. he half balks inwardly, thumb worrying at one of his knuckles as he hears peter shift forward a little to lean.
he doesn't want to look up, every fiber of his being says not to because it's like standing on the edge of something terrifying and unknown, a bottomless pit that he feels he's still only scraped the surface of. but he does, a look of half-comprehension on his face because something has to be his fault. something he missed, something he could have done.
but nureyev reminds him: it's bigger than him. hell, it's bigger than the both of them isn't it? that alone is still hard to wrap around his brain, the idea that hyperion's been swallowed up by some devastating storm and the remaining few are asleep. they don't even know. juno wants to say that city was all he had. but maybe it wouldn't be the truth, looking at nureyev now, but reminding himself that he made that bed, or got out of it, rather. ]
And I know crap in the world isn't always fair. [ juno doesn't lean back, lingers. ] I can't shake the feeling that I'm a bug under a glass here than someone who just got rescued.