[ When he sees the small smile, he'll back off a bit. He's only making sure she'll be able to hold herself together. But he knows about how people can be when certain situations are out of their hands, out of their control. One of his squad mates back home was the same, had similar ticks because of her background. Poe would try to defuse it with that everything would be okay. In a situation such as this, he couldn't guarantee that. In the other he could because he put a lot of trust in that plan. ]
Exactly. This town isn't the place that people are going to stay in forever. I have to get back or find a way at least. I dislike having freedoms being taken away. I'm not okay with the no noise, it's creepy, strange even. If looking is the only way to go about it, it's what I'm going to do. But I am trying to think of a plan to see what the Sound Eaters are all about. Not in town though. Somewhere out there. It's more dangerous but I've faced those kind of situations before.
[ Poe couldn't even talk about the natives. They all seemed hopeless. The look in their eyes didn't inspire hope or that spark he was desperately going to be trying to keep on to later when he's back home. The natives gave them gifts from home to keep them hopeful in a place of no noise. What would it all mean in the end? ]
We have to survive too as we look. We have to keep living with the determination of leaving in mind. I'm sure we're going to need to find hobbies at some point. Hobbies that create less sound. A bunch of mine were loud ones.
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Exactly. This town isn't the place that people are going to stay in forever. I have to get back or find a way at least.
I dislike having freedoms being taken away. I'm not okay with the no noise, it's creepy, strange even.
If looking is the only way to go about it, it's what I'm going to do.
But I am trying to think of a plan to see what the Sound Eaters are all about. Not in town though. Somewhere out there. It's more dangerous but I've faced those kind of situations before.
[ Poe couldn't even talk about the natives. They all seemed hopeless. The look in their eyes didn't inspire hope or that spark he was desperately going to be trying to keep on to later when he's back home. The natives gave them gifts from home to keep them hopeful in a place of no noise. What would it all mean in the end? ]
We have to survive too as we look. We have to keep living with the determination of leaving in mind. I'm sure we're going to need to find hobbies at some point. Hobbies that create less sound. A bunch of mine were loud ones.