Time in the Reef was a strange thing, even for the Guardian, and the Awoken were not the sort of people to mull on things or waste their energy. Really, he was surprised they spent as much time as they did in the throneroom; especially with Uldren lurking about and rushing them. He understood completely what Aoba was saying when drawing comparisons, though.
"You know, some of the people here are the descendants of people from your home. Everyone is related somehow, in some small way, but it makes things stand out more when you think of it. Somewhere here, or on Earth or Mars, there's someone related to me, too." He paused, squinting a moment in thought before ducking his head with a shy chuckle, rubbing under his nose.
"We could be related," he laughed again, remembering an odd fact Mac had once told him about a handful of pedigree people in the past and how literally every human being could trace their ancestry back to at least one of them, once upon a time. Charlemagne, Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Nefertiti, and others.
"I think that's the one thing that sets Guardians apart from other people the most. Every person in the universe longs for family and belonging in some manner, but Guardians don't really have it anymore," he mused, passing out of the vent and turning towards the docks. It was actually a very short distance, and they were able to take up a spot sitting on the edge, feet dangling over, the nebula there around them, a thin, manufactured atmosphere between them and all of space. Very different from floating in the ship.
"We make friends and connections, sure, but it's only natural to want more. To feel more? Mac and I are related, genetically, though very distantly. But I think that knowledge is part of why we're close despite being so different. We just want proof of existence or something. You have real living proof of your life, memories of your city, memories of meals with people you love. We don't have that. We don't miss it, either. Not in the same way as someone that had something and lost it misses something. We miss it in the sense that we see other people have those things and wonder what it's like. I think maybe that's what some of us fight for; the promise that we'll get that chance at those things once the danger has passed..."
Evidently he was feeling very introspective. And verbose. Then again, he always felt a little more at ease in the Reef. Something about the very nature of the place made clinging to troubles seem trivial. Airing thoughts made room for more important things.
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"You know, some of the people here are the descendants of people from your home. Everyone is related somehow, in some small way, but it makes things stand out more when you think of it. Somewhere here, or on Earth or Mars, there's someone related to me, too." He paused, squinting a moment in thought before ducking his head with a shy chuckle, rubbing under his nose.
"We could be related," he laughed again, remembering an odd fact Mac had once told him about a handful of pedigree people in the past and how literally every human being could trace their ancestry back to at least one of them, once upon a time. Charlemagne, Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Nefertiti, and others.
"I think that's the one thing that sets Guardians apart from other people the most. Every person in the universe longs for family and belonging in some manner, but Guardians don't really have it anymore," he mused, passing out of the vent and turning towards the docks. It was actually a very short distance, and they were able to take up a spot sitting on the edge, feet dangling over, the nebula there around them, a thin, manufactured atmosphere between them and all of space. Very different from floating in the ship.
"We make friends and connections, sure, but it's only natural to want more. To feel more? Mac and I are related, genetically, though very distantly. But I think that knowledge is part of why we're close despite being so different. We just want proof of existence or something. You have real living proof of your life, memories of your city, memories of meals with people you love. We don't have that. We don't miss it, either. Not in the same way as someone that had something and lost it misses something. We miss it in the sense that we see other people have those things and wonder what it's like. I think maybe that's what some of us fight for; the promise that we'll get that chance at those things once the danger has passed..."
Evidently he was feeling very introspective. And verbose. Then again, he always felt a little more at ease in the Reef. Something about the very nature of the place made clinging to troubles seem trivial. Airing thoughts made room for more important things.