[It'll take a little time, but eventually Childe will come find Molly, especially since he wanted to check out the simulation room again anyway. Unfortunately it's jail now. Damn.
But for all that he's usually amiable charm and cheer, he looks serious now, hands in his pockets.]
[Well, with a little time some of the adrenaline seems to have faded from . . . all of that bullshit. So Molly is just outside of it for now. Maybe while Beau is talking to someone else for a few minutes. He just looks off down the hall at the question.]
[That pretty much covers it, in Molly's eyes. All a farce and he can't tell what anyone at all was thinking. it's too much information, too much to live with in this moment. What do you do with everything?
[The answer Childe would have to give to that question (what do you do with everything?) is not one Molly would want to hear, right now or possibly ever. Fortunately, Childe's aware of that--and aware that, in truth, there is no good answer for him to give.
So he reaches out, putting a hand on Molly's shoulder.]
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But for all that he's usually amiable charm and cheer, he looks serious now, hands in his pockets.]
How is she?
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What a question. How would you be?
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In her position, or yours?
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Think for me it's a harder answer. Don't even know how I'm doing. Still moving, I suppose, so there's that.
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You're close, then. [You only truly fisticuffs people you care about tbh.]
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Yes, we're-- Something of a ragtag family, though I think she'd hit me again to hear me say it.
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...There isn't much that's more important than family.
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[He matches, leaning his head back too until it bumps against the wall - jewelry on his horns jingling a bit with the impact.]
And I've been-- Shit, I've been so fucking lucky. I've never been anywhere without some sort of family around.
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[Childe never really sounds disingenuous, but there's something a little more honest in his voice, at that.
He's quiet for a minute.]
I didn't vote for her. For what it's worth. [Which isn't much now, and it's not like it fixes anything, but. Still.]
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No one had to vote at all.
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You're right. [Because Molly is! He won't pretend otherwise.] I don't know what they were thinking.
[...Well, okay, he does, probably. But it was short-sighted, in his opinion. Playing by the rules isn't his style unless he has good reason to do so.]
It's all a farce.
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It's all a bit too heavy, unreal still.]
So what now?
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So he reaches out, putting a hand on Molly's shoulder.]
Now, we keep searching for answers.