[ They have a startling amount of similarities. It's something he'd picked up on in the research, a fact that feels a million years ago instead of however long it took the Corporation to bring them here. He suspects it was a fairly short ride.

But Robert is here, slicked back and dressed to the nines. Arthur recognizes it as an armor of sorts, one he's used on more than one occasion. The both of them suffer from youthful faces, nearly boyish in some lights. Underestimation was something to be utilized only at their own discretion and was a hindrance otherwise. For Robert, he's in the cruel world of corporate business. Youth is stupidity, naivety, instability. Layers of a suit hide those soft sections, give him edges to use to his advantage. He projects a ruthlessness necessary to get by.

Arthur had picked out a suit as well, before he left. Dove grey, tailored immaculately as always. He has a reputation to upkeep, even this far from home. At Robert's greeting, he nods, half acknowledgement and half return greeting. ]

We're not in a dream– that trick Mr. Charles told you about, I need you to use it here. Remember the start, how you got to this exact moment.

[ He said yes. They both did. Volunteering for a cause that went beyond just their own lives. Even if the information had been misleading at first, the agreement is all the same across the board. ]