video UN: Polaris

[ferrokinetically]

[ Tired. That's the best way to describe how Lorna currently looks. Tired and out of it. The video feed comes on to show her sitting with her legs dangling off the edge of her bed. For a few seconds she doesn't say anything, she just kicks her boots against the back of the bed as she tries to resist the compulsion. After the seconds drag on to a frustrating degree she pulls out one of the military knives she's so keen to play with and starts to toss it up. Green mist swirls around her hands as she causes it to stop just before it'd have landed into her own thigh. It's a game. Toss it up, let it fall down, stop it with her powers just before it's too late.

Or maybe don't.

She really doesn't want to say what this compulsion is pushing her towards. Not at all. ]

I brought down a plane with innocent people on it just to kill one person. I ripped it apart while it was in the sky and I bet nobody on board even knew what was happening. [ She looks at the camera directly. ] The entire world caught on fire after that. It all went to hell but I don't know if I'd take that back if I could. That's the messed up part. He needed to die and there wasn't another way. Nobody else was going to step up and do it. [ Is that a hint of bitterness in her tone? You bet it is. There's a lot of feelings about that she's never discussed or even brought up and that builds up. ]

He had to be taken out for my people to be safe. [ And she cuts the feed off there just as her knife comes back down to her thigh. ]

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[brightboy]

[He doesn't respond, but instead just heads over. It's just down the hall from his own pod he shares with Tommy anyway. Even after everything, he and Lorna were on rocky ground, not least of all because of their differences of opinion on what was and wasn't acceptable in the furthuring of their cause.

Here, he figured it was past time to try to mend that rift. After everything, he'd never stopped loving her, after all.

And so he approached the biometrically locked door and knocked.]

[ferrokinetically]

[ In typical Lorna fashion the door just opens up to let him in. She's laying back on the pod bed while tossing her knife up and down. Is she purposely doing that because she knows it annoys him or is it just because she enjoys doing that? That's the great mystery of the day. ]

[brightboy]

[It wasn't a mystery to Marcos, at least not in his mind. She always did this when she wanted to annoy him. He clenched his jaw as he walked in, pulling her door shut behind him.]

So. Can...we talk?

[ferrokinetically]

[ She looks over for a second before returning to the up and down play with her knife. ]

What do we have to talk about?

[brightboy]

[He hesitates for a moment, uncertain. Maybe.she didn't want this. Maybe he should just leave. Maybe after everything, she was.done with them, even after everything they'd faced together. Then gritted his teeth, knowing John would shove him over to that sofa if he tried to leave.]

About us? It still...stands for something, doesn't it?

[ferrokinetically]

[ She lets out a sigh, stops with her knives, and looks over at him. ]

Don't you ever wonder if maybe we're just too different?

[brightboy]

[He shakes his head, not missing a beat.]

No. I've never thought that.