...The space person that the cat was talking about.
(Peers up at Ori, ogling her true form.)
So how's she gonna take this shit apart when she's all the way up there, though?
(A bright star, its light pulsating in a strange way, shines not far in the sky from Ori's being.)
Ooooo... Thankye, Moth...!
(Nabs that dial and turns it ever so carefully until... JACKPOT
)
AYYYYE, thet'sth'stuff...!
(ENTHUSED SCOTTISH WORK ETHIC)
...They would have a son years later. From their own loins, a natural son... my brother Franz. I didn't understand what to make of him, at first. He was so strange, but... he was family, wasn't he? Heh! Of course he was, he was every bit as neurotic and particular as Mother and Father. A champion farter, too, ehehaha! Just like his big bro...
(Smiles as he laughs... it's flimsy, though. It ebbs away as he crunches down the last of his toast.)
...Franz and I... I guess we grew close... In hindsight, I guess what that was, it was closeness, some modicum of warmth, even if I refused time and again to recognize it as such... But again, at the crux of that, the only part I wanted to acknowledge, was my duty to protect him. To serve him. If a building he was in were to catch fire, for instance, I would prioritize saving him over anyone else in the building, no matter what I thought of them... Do you understand?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I understand. You protect family, no matter what.
-She grins-
That's good.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(Clears his throat a bit, staring down at his toast crumbs.)
...I have not seen them for three years. I... have given up hope that I ever will.
…
(Seems he's on the verge of some sort of emotional outburst.)
...Gracia, I... consider you... my family, now...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Thanks. For... for understanding that, I mean.
(looks over at the laptop screen of hers)
...We've been exploring Ultra Space together. Jumping between dimensions, charting them... just trying to make sense of the chaos that exists beyond reality.
(shows Trudy the map pulled up on the laptop)
(it looks... awfully abstract, made of wireframes and spheres and whatnot, but it's clearly got a lot of meticulousness and effort behind it)
(full of jargon alien to someone like Trudy, but there's a clear method to this madness)
Edited by foxmccloud4387 on Nov 17th 2018 at 10:53:01 AM
... I was the first child in my family to make it older than a few months. My mother died when I was two trying to have my brother. My father either died when the mob came for me or... told them where to find me. Same thing.
...
-She squeezes his hand, eyes welling up-
If I'm going to be your family, can you be mine too? If not, that's okay. I can just be yours.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
(stares at Trudy for a second or two, before turning back to the map)
See, I'm at a loss here. I'm trying to figure out which Ultra Space lane would have the best chance of yielding an ideal crossroads if we search far enough. Like, look at these... you notice some patterns in them, right?
(clicks on three of the spheres connected on the same line, each of which pops up a window with Holy Crap Lotsa Data About Biomes)
Edited by foxmccloud4387 on Nov 17th 2018 at 11:23:36 AM

...
(looks up at the night sky... which is eerily devoid of a moon, it seems)
I... you were right. You were onto something.