[ and that gives all of them something in common. she pauses, considers — and for all of Kara's considerate thoughts to hold back any mention of her family, it is exactly what Sansa decides to ask about. ]
Have you met anyone you know, yet? Ones who do not sleep. [ she remembers, still, the woman Kara was looking at, speaking to, on the station. the one with short hair and beautiful features. ]
...yeah, we have. I wish that weren't the case. Nobody deserves to know how that feels.
( Maybe these words might echo what she'd been saying to Alex in the stasis hangar. If it does, it's a slip of the tongue and not at all intentional. Just something she does sometimes. And when Sansa asks about her family anyway, she blinks owlishly at her, surprised. )
Sort of. My cousin, but not my cousin. It's, um... strange. Same name, different face, and no memory of me to speak of. Which means he's from a different version of our planet, I guess.
( Oh, shoot. Kara blanches, and then she smiles apologetically. Maybe it's not so wise to bring up complex scientific things without explaining them first. )
I just found out that was a thing last year. There's our worlds, and then endless other versions of them occupying the same spot in space. They just can't see each other, if that makes sense. Endless possibilities.
( And they've all been snuffed out, haven't they? She sighs. ) What about you?
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[ nothing will erase the memories they have of their homes, all of their memories, the good and the bad. ]
Talking about it won't change what has happened. Nor does it make it better.
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( She gives her a faint smile, letting that empathy shine through in her gaze. )
But it can make the weight of it easier to carry. We're not alone here, right? We've got each other.
( Some even have family here, like she does. On the off-chance that Sansa's haven't woken up yet, she doesn't mention Clark for the time being. )
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[ and that gives all of them something in common. she pauses, considers — and for all of Kara's considerate thoughts to hold back any mention of her family, it is exactly what Sansa decides to ask about. ]
Have you met anyone you know, yet? Ones who do not sleep. [ she remembers, still, the woman Kara was looking at, speaking to, on the station. the one with short hair and beautiful features. ]
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( Maybe these words might echo what she'd been saying to Alex in the stasis hangar. If it does, it's a slip of the tongue and not at all intentional. Just something she does sometimes. And when Sansa asks about her family anyway, she blinks owlishly at her, surprised. )
Sort of. My cousin, but not my cousin. It's, um... strange. Same name, different face, and no memory of me to speak of. Which means he's from a different version of our planet, I guess.
( Oh, shoot. Kara blanches, and then she smiles apologetically. Maybe it's not so wise to bring up complex scientific things without explaining them first. )
I just found out that was a thing last year. There's our worlds, and then endless other versions of them occupying the same spot in space. They just can't see each other, if that makes sense. Endless possibilities.
( And they've all been snuffed out, haven't they? She sighs. ) What about you?