there's a countdown for all.

[purgatio]

[Scorched network post, Max's broadcast mind--specifically:]

"Look--I have an expiration date. We all do."

We.

"What do you mean, we all do?" you ask.

"All of us experiments have built-in expiration dates. When someone's time is close, it shows up on the back of their neck."

So you're going to die. No matter how hard you fight, they're going to murder you. They've sabotaged you from the inside, killed you before you could even start living, and now… You wonder how soon. Recombinants don't typically last long.

Even then, you hardly feel any concern for yourself. Rather, you make a mental note to check the necks of your Flock once you get back to them.

God, you hate this place.

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[purgatio]

[ She releases him from her hold, and Albedo straightens on his feet. Listens to her formulate her words and offer up an excuse, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Albedo feels something close to sorrow, something much like apology. Nothing to be said, and yet--

He grins, bitterly, attempting for lightness. ]

You seek to bring me home with you? I don't think that's how it works. We're thrown about the worlds, and if we find ourselves lucky enough to return to whence we came, we go it alone.

[ It's simple, really, to Albedo at least. A homeworld is only fit for its denizens. There was a reason that Nuadoria's core had treated them like a virus, an illness. The city, that world, hadn't wanted them there. The Magisters basically claimed the same.

Regardless. This is an excuse. He will do her the respect of the truth. ]

I have... things to do where I came from as well. Eventually. When the time comes. If we're able to return at some point, I need to go back.

[lolwhatfuture]

[So it would be death, then. She grits her teeth, and just as quickly as the anger had vanished it makes a reappearance.

She knows he's probably right, and that even if he wants to it isn't likely they can choose where they went once they're granted passage home. But it still hurts, and she reacts the only way she can: with a petty attempt to hurt him back.]

Fine, then.

[Her head whips back towards him, teeth bared in a snarl.]

Do what you want. See if I care!

[The final word is punctuated with a harsh ramming of her shoulder into his as she shoves passed Albedo and away from the house. It's not much, and she doesn't expect him to be fazed, but it's the only way she can express the sting he's delivered without sacrificing her pride.]

[purgatio]

[ He accepts her reaction as it is, lets her slam past and away before raising his voice so she can hear. ]

You leave so easily. Perhaps this is something I should remember.

[ Away from this place, from all cities and worlds that they have been shoved in--those conversations are off-limits. Their own "homes," their respective worlds--those are places they will return to separately.

Albedo only cares about now. About these worlds and these cities and these places and this girl. If it was otherwise, he would spend his days trying to get back, and from the start, from when he originally met Dai, Albedo had viewed this as an escape.

And it was one. It was an escape from a fate that was determined. An escape that would eventually end. But it hadn't yet. Not yet.

And she needed to understand that somehow. ]

[lolwhatfuture]

[She stops as if he's struck her, and hates how childishly galled by the unfairness of it she is. Max raises her voice, as well, though more than is necessary.]

At least I always come back.

[Turning back towards him, taking a few more steps backwards, away, she has to stop. She can't understand--at least not yet--but wants desperately to wrap her mind around something that she can settle with. Something other than impending loss.]

I'm not the one who's going to someday just never come back, and leave the other person thinking about that for the rest of their life!

[Her voice becomes higher, if less loud, and it's embarrassing, and why she wants to leave: to spare him the pathetic sight of her not only upset, but wounded. Because, grudgingly, she has too much respect for Albedo to want to let him see her so completely worked up.]

You'll get, what, a few hours of me being gone? That sure compares to someone you care about being--! [She kicks a small stone in no particular direction, furious.] Oh, forget it! What difference does it make?