[ The question takes a little wind out of his sails, because... is he? After a minute, Tim slides down the wall himself, arms stretching to rest on his tucked knees. Palms out, he contemplates the H on the back of his right hand. By now, he's close enough to Rhys that he could recognize that Marketing-approved font anywhere. ]
Well... I dunno. Maybe? Technically? I mean, I bet if we turned this ship around and drove all the way back to Helios, they'd still have my contracts and everything.
On the other hand, the asshole I was hired to impersonate up and died seven years ago, so uhhhh... [ Uncomfortable chuckle. ] Maybe not.
[ Noooot liking the way talking about that is making him feel all of a sudden. Quick, bright side. ]
Look, all I really know is these guys managed to get me the hell off that nightmare friggin' space station without exploding my head in the process, soooooo you know. I won't rat if you don't.
900 years later
[ The question takes a little wind out of his sails, because... is he? After a minute, Tim slides down the wall himself, arms stretching to rest on his tucked knees. Palms out, he contemplates the H on the back of his right hand. By now, he's close enough to Rhys that he could recognize that Marketing-approved font anywhere. ]
Well... I dunno. Maybe? Technically? I mean, I bet if we turned this ship around and drove all the way back to Helios, they'd still have my contracts and everything.
On the other hand, the asshole I was hired to impersonate up and died seven years ago, so uhhhh... [ Uncomfortable chuckle. ] Maybe not.
[ Noooot liking the way talking about that is making him feel all of a sudden. Quick, bright side. ]
Look, all I really know is these guys managed to get me the hell off that nightmare friggin' space station without exploding my head in the process, soooooo you know. I won't rat if you don't.