Plenty of time to ravage the entirety of the Far Shore, you mean, Jakob thinks—but blessedly doesn’t ask, although Add might not be able to escape the flood of emotion behind that sentiment. And despite having fought battles in ships before, he feels a little sick as this mechanical monstrosity continues to stomp across the scenery.
He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and tries not to let what might’ve been some muffled screams from outside get to him. It’s fine. They’ll be fine.
It’s fine.
“What were you tinkering about with earlier anyway?” Jakob decides to say instead as he rummages in the compartments as instructed. The silence does worry him, but even he knows that yelling at Add won’t really stop this thing. He has to be the adult here now, the twenty-three-year-old spatiotemporal god of chaos be damned, and he’s going to do his job properly no matter what!
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He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and tries not to let what might’ve been some muffled screams from outside get to him. It’s fine. They’ll be fine.
It’s fine.
“What were you tinkering about with earlier anyway?” Jakob decides to say instead as he rummages in the compartments as instructed. The silence does worry him, but even he knows that yelling at Add won’t really stop this thing. He has to be the adult here now, the twenty-three-year-old spatiotemporal god of chaos be damned, and he’s going to do his job properly no matter what!