"Also, I don't know about you, but I can't seem to use my powers."
He can feel them. Almost. He can feel the Nova Force still sparking away inside him, but right now it's just an ember, warm under the surface. He can't seem to get anything to flare up.
Realizing that he's painting a pretty dreary picture, he pats Sam comfortingly on the shoulder.
"It'll be fine, though."
Never mind that the sky is gray and the light is dim and the trees are all dead and the whole world seems choked by dust. Never mind the fact that it feels like there's something nasty chewing up the inside of his lung. It'll totally be fiiiine.
Rich stands up and starts to fold the tarp and pack away all of their junk into their cart. Instinctively, he knows what it all is, and what it all does, and how it's supposed to be tucked away, and how they Do Things to survive, like the knowledge of the character is implanted into his brain.
"We can break out of this thing. We either have to just make the story end whatever way it's supposed to, or find a way to break out through the edges of it, and the whole thing'll collapse." Difficult to do when he's not even sure what ending it's supposed to have to begin with (he knows about the movie but it's not like he ever sat down and watched it), but not impossible. "We just have to keep cool heads, watch each other's back, and try to dial down the hero thing and just look out for ourselves. None of these people scan as real, so we don't have to worry about helping anyone that's in trouble, and we can get as nasty as we need to with anyone that comes after us."
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He can feel them. Almost. He can feel the Nova Force still sparking away inside him, but right now it's just an ember, warm under the surface. He can't seem to get anything to flare up.
Realizing that he's painting a pretty dreary picture, he pats Sam comfortingly on the shoulder.
"It'll be fine, though."
Never mind that the sky is gray and the light is dim and the trees are all dead and the whole world seems choked by dust. Never mind the fact that it feels like there's something nasty chewing up the inside of his lung. It'll totally be fiiiine.
Rich stands up and starts to fold the tarp and pack away all of their junk into their cart. Instinctively, he knows what it all is, and what it all does, and how it's supposed to be tucked away, and how they Do Things to survive, like the knowledge of the character is implanted into his brain.
"We can break out of this thing. We either have to just make the story end whatever way it's supposed to, or find a way to break out through the edges of it, and the whole thing'll collapse." Difficult to do when he's not even sure what ending it's supposed to have to begin with (he knows about the movie but it's not like he ever sat down and watched it), but not impossible. "We just have to keep cool heads, watch each other's back, and try to dial down the hero thing and just look out for ourselves. None of these people scan as real, so we don't have to worry about helping anyone that's in trouble, and we can get as nasty as we need to with anyone that comes after us."