Am I? [ another slow blink. the vernacular is unfamiliar to him, but he makes as best a guess as he can in his current state. ] Are you...? This ship is awfully high up in the sky, isn't it?
[ so, so high up. he hadn't ever dreamed that an airship could sail amongst the stars themselves, but here they are. will wonders never cease? ]
I think. I'd like to sit down, yes. [ and down on the ground he plops, right in the middle of a bed of flowers, possibly sending up a small poff of pollen in the process. good news for kovacs: robyn's not touching his arm anymore; bad news: he's leaning his head against his leg instead. ]
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[ so, so high up. he hadn't ever dreamed that an airship could sail amongst the stars themselves, but here they are. will wonders never cease? ]
I think. I'd like to sit down, yes. [ and down on the ground he plops, right in the middle of a bed of flowers, possibly sending up a small poff of pollen in the process. good news for kovacs: robyn's not touching his arm anymore; bad news: he's leaning his head against his leg instead. ]