[ At least it's quick, he thinks, except how that doesn't seem any better in practice, actually, it just is. Quick and just as painful, and he flinches from that awful smile with a grimace of his own, downcast and bristling with a muddled, helpless sort of anger, because he is so, so tired of watching this place break people down. ]
This goddamn ship. [ Shaking his head, he frees up a hand to reach out to her, almost — to find her hand, or her shoulder, something, but he stops short, beckoning instead. They're sharing enough already. ] Come on. Let's get the hell out of here, huh? We can burn it all down for real another day.
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This goddamn ship. [ Shaking his head, he frees up a hand to reach out to her, almost — to find her hand, or her shoulder, something, but he stops short, beckoning instead. They're sharing enough already. ] Come on. Let's get the hell out of here, huh? We can burn it all down for real another day.
[ Preferably when they're not still inside it. ]