"It is rather mundane, but the mundane has its charms. At least we have plenty to keep ourselves afloat and survive out here." Rung states and chuckles. "Being here for about a stellar really puts one in perspective of it all I think. I miss our noisy crew, but I've grown fond of this one too."
"I guess? And-- I don't know. How does math work? Is it enough if there could be like five hundred people through the space bridge at any time? Do we have enough to really buckle down if we need to spend a couple of centuries in the ship in deep space? What if someone blows up all the energon?"
Riptide shrugs languidly. "I prefer the Lost Light to this one, honestly. I mean, I like the people I've met here but it's just..."
He falls silent for a time, long enough that Rung would be forgiven to think he's dropped the subject entirely.
"Fine to not know. It's quite a wobbly situation." Rung sighs and nods. "You bring up a very important point. Though perhaps its something we can put down for a day before deciding to worry that deeply on it."
Then a shift in his steps. "The Lost Light's energy is very hard to replicate. I don't think one could replicate even if we had the entire crew." A gentle hand taps Riptide's arm.
"Now, I suppose we can save all those thoughts for another time. And I will thank you again for the company for this trip round. Its nice being near crew mates who know me." Even if that 'know' is fickle.
"Or not at all," he decides on. Yes. This is a good thing to say to your therapist; that your problems don't exist if you don't think about them. "We're missing about five hundred people in the crew, for one. Though I don't know how it would be if there were literally five hundred other universes bopping about. It's already insufferable with... ten or whatever we have."
He's happy to drop the topic, though, keeping on clomping next to Rung.
"Nooooo problem. Hey, you're not a bad guy to hang out with, anyway. I know I'm not gonna end up in jail if I go somewhere with you!"
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Riptide shrugs languidly. "I prefer the Lost Light to this one, honestly. I mean, I like the people I've met here but it's just..."
He falls silent for a time, long enough that Rung would be forgiven to think he's dropped the subject entirely.
"...I don't know."
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Then a shift in his steps. "The Lost Light's energy is very hard to replicate. I don't think one could replicate even if we had the entire crew." A gentle hand taps Riptide's arm.
"Now, I suppose we can save all those thoughts for another time. And I will thank you again for the company for this trip round. Its nice being near crew mates who know me." Even if that 'know' is fickle.
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He's happy to drop the topic, though, keeping on clomping next to Rung.
"Nooooo problem. Hey, you're not a bad guy to hang out with, anyway. I know I'm not gonna end up in jail if I go somewhere with you!"