[ It's ... honestly a little weird, if only because the last person to hug him -- just plain old hug him -- in maybe five years was Citra and she's gone now. But at the same time, Rowan feels like he's stumbling blindly here.
He palms the back of his neck, ducking his head slightly, but shaking it. No, not weird. ]
[ He did take the time to set up the tea on the coffee table. Caleb's not sure bypassing grief is particularly healthy so he doesn't want to try his thing until they've talked, at least a little. ]
[ He nods meekly and follow Caleb into the apartment proper, noticing the tea but not thinking about whether he wants to drink it or not. It's just there and he sits down on the couch without making a move towards it, just staring at it but not seeing it. ]
I think I die back home. Like... for real this time. And I'm supposed to protect her.
[ Rowan sighs, not sadly but with mild frustration, because this is going to be hard to explain. ]
The AI that runs my world... It ran the numbers on Citra and I. On the odds of each of us changing the world if we kept doing what we were doing.
She would be pivotal. I had a 39% chance and it couldn't specify how that would be.
[ He shrugs. ] I never expected to amount to much. I decided a long time ago I would die for her. I guess I just assume that's how it's gonna end, one way or another.
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He palms the back of his neck, ducking his head slightly, but shaking it. No, not weird. ]
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I'm sorry.
[ He doesn't know who's gone, but he's pretty sure someone is. ]
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Citra's gone. She's...
[ She's so much. Not everything but close. ]
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You love her. Come on, let's sit down.
[ He did take the time to set up the tea on the coffee table. Caleb's not sure bypassing grief is particularly healthy so he doesn't want to try his thing until they've talked, at least a little. ]
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I think I die back home. Like... for real this time. And I'm supposed to protect her.
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[ Caleb sits down too, an arm still around Rowan. He knows a little about Rowan's world, hopefully enough to put together whatever Rowan tells him. ]
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The AI that runs my world... It ran the numbers on Citra and I. On the odds of each of us changing the world if we kept doing what we were doing.
She would be pivotal. I had a 39% chance and it couldn't specify how that would be.
[ He shrugs. ] I never expected to amount to much. I decided a long time ago I would die for her. I guess I just assume that's how it's gonna end, one way or another.
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[ He's confused about many parts of this. Namely, why Rowan would even want to change the world. ]
... is there a... war or something?