[A longer pause before an answer. Hesitation. Thinking. Deciding what to say. Were he standing in front of Arthur's door again, this would be the moment he leaves. The fact that he said anything at all has been more progress than every stop he made before, and it's forcing him to stay instead of vanishing obviously.
Besides, there's... There's much to say. Much he needs to say, but the words elude him. Or he's avoiding those, too.
Focus, focus.
Despite everything, he feels... Good about the comment from Arthur. Even if he reads it as sarcasm rather than a compliment, it feels... good.]
I've been trying to, yes. Arthur, this ship appears to be neglected, if not abandoned. Much of the damage appears recent. It isn't the dark world, but [He deletes and re-types this part a few times, before committing.] it hardly seems safe. There's dried blood clinging to the tiles of the shopping level, and the writing in the cabin hallways.
[Including Arthur's name, as he said already. Should he... No, he doesn't want to sound too invested. Or desperate. To that end, he cuts his description short. Get to the point, John.]
There's something wrong with this ship, Arthur.
[Look, there wasn't a muster drill this time and John's been doing his best to avoid anything else spotting him, no one's brought him up to speed yet.]
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Besides, there's... There's much to say. Much he needs to say, but the words elude him. Or he's avoiding those, too.
Focus, focus.
Despite everything, he feels... Good about the comment from Arthur. Even if he reads it as sarcasm rather than a compliment, it feels... good.]
I've been trying to, yes. Arthur, this ship appears to be neglected, if not abandoned. Much of the damage appears recent. It isn't the dark world, but [He deletes and re-types this part a few times, before committing.] it hardly seems safe. There's dried blood clinging to the tiles of the shopping level, and the writing in the cabin hallways.
[Including Arthur's name, as he said already. Should he... No, he doesn't want to sound too invested. Or desperate. To that end, he cuts his description short. Get to the point, John.]
There's something wrong with this ship, Arthur.
[Look, there wasn't a muster drill this time and John's been doing his best to avoid anything else spotting him, no one's brought him up to speed yet.]