Yeah! The one about the captain being in charge and how we can't die? [Congratulations Marc. This is what happens when you have a psychotic break and make an endlessly optimistic personality up. He stares right at the red flags, points and says that's kind of sweet.]
Well. I mean. It would make sense. We're already dead... [Steven shuffles forward a little quicker to stay closer to Marc. It's really huge inside the ship and there's quite a few people milling around. Funny, they don't all seem terribly thrilled to be on the cruise. But, you know. Maybe they all just died too and they're worried about the people they've left behind, what happens at the end of the journey, not saying goodbye and maybe they left the kettle on and their house is going to catch fire. Steven's worried about Not-Gus too. And the world they failed to save.]
...do you think crocodile lady killed all these people? [Steven frowns, and he seems a little too ashamed to meet anyone else's gaze. This is all his fault. He breathes in and out, trying to quieten the inner panic, the guilt.]
I'm sorry, Marc. I should have let you go into the tomb. If I'd just-- gotten rid of the ushabti-- I killed all these people... [Steven clutches onto his life jacket a little tighter. He killed a dreamliner full of people. Everyone's going to hate him when they find out. Well everyone hates him anyway, but Marc will be a pariah by association too. Maybe they shouldn't be seen out in public together.]
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Well. I mean. It would make sense. We're already dead... [Steven shuffles forward a little quicker to stay closer to Marc. It's really huge inside the ship and there's quite a few people milling around. Funny, they don't all seem terribly thrilled to be on the cruise. But, you know. Maybe they all just died too and they're worried about the people they've left behind, what happens at the end of the journey, not saying goodbye and maybe they left the kettle on and their house is going to catch fire. Steven's worried about Not-Gus too. And the world they failed to save.]
...do you think crocodile lady killed all these people? [Steven frowns, and he seems a little too ashamed to meet anyone else's gaze. This is all his fault. He breathes in and out, trying to quieten the inner panic, the guilt.]
I'm sorry, Marc. I should have let you go into the tomb. If I'd just-- gotten rid of the ushabti-- I killed all these people... [Steven clutches onto his life jacket a little tighter. He killed a dreamliner full of people. Everyone's going to hate him when they find out. Well everyone hates him anyway, but Marc will be a pariah by association too. Maybe they shouldn't be seen out in public together.]