( there's a brief moment — of: i knew it. i fucking knew it! — that almost feels like validation. months of chewing over the idea friday was keeping a part of the captain hidden, that vector ghosts were hungry and could devour all, that they were the backbone of the ship and could bring this whole place down if activated... only before she'd been consumed with the idea of weaponizing those facts, and now they're coming to life like mortar shells.
the satisfaction is immediately snuffed out. worry rules, and at his last admission, that worry narrows and fixates on vance himself. )
no subject
the satisfaction is immediately snuffed out. worry rules, and at his last admission, that worry narrows and fixates on vance himself. )
It killed you?
( she is not surprised, but is still upset. )
Vance, are you okay?