[Why did he get out of bed? Why does he bother? Even knowing there are tasks to be completed doesn't change that none of this will restore anything he cares about. Friends dead. World destroyed. Even this forest is rotten to the core, and nothing can save it from that. He thinks about Maya's determination to help the trees and wonders how in the world she sees any possibilities except letting them rest for good so they can start over.
He's gotten distracted by his thoughts, and his silence lasts a little bit longer than it should. What was Wash saying? Oh, right.]
I guess it is.
[Ferran supposes it's nice that others have that optimism, and he doesn't know that he can fault them for it. Any energy that might go towards anger or resentment he instead channels into his magic, duplicating another roll of bandages in his hand with a glittering red light. He places it on a shelf.]
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He's gotten distracted by his thoughts, and his silence lasts a little bit longer than it should. What was Wash saying? Oh, right.]
I guess it is.
[Ferran supposes it's nice that others have that optimism, and he doesn't know that he can fault them for it. Any energy that might go towards anger or resentment he instead channels into his magic, duplicating another roll of bandages in his hand with a glittering red light. He places it on a shelf.]