[ Until he suddenly realizes it probably has been.
He looks away, out over the alien horizon. Sometimes looking at it makes the guilt feel overwhelming (did he put them here? Would they be fine if he just hadn't meddled?), but then he thinks of the weight of Hawke's hand on his arm, and Pepper sleeping safely in their tent, and the promise of a new tomorrow in whatever greets them beyond the Ingress. ]
Well, whatever. We're alive. Everything's shitty, sure, but we can fix that - probably. Might as well lighten up a little.
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[ Until he suddenly realizes it probably has been.
He looks away, out over the alien horizon. Sometimes looking at it makes the guilt feel overwhelming (did he put them here? Would they be fine if he just hadn't meddled?), but then he thinks of the weight of Hawke's hand on his arm, and Pepper sleeping safely in their tent, and the promise of a new tomorrow in whatever greets them beyond the Ingress. ]
Well, whatever. We're alive. Everything's shitty, sure, but we can fix that - probably. Might as well lighten up a little.