[ The thing is—this imposing, inhospitable world with its brainwashed denizens is so familiar to what Odin has grown up knowing of TITAN that he could almost joke, “Just like home.” But there’s little humor to be shared here, so the quip goes unsaid and unappreciated. Days pass, marked only by his continued lack of progress in gathering information. Eventually, he’s forced to put aside questions of his purpose in the city in order to focus on more pressing needs: Scavenging for supplies. That’s precisely what he’s doing when he notices a redheaded woman approaching; for a moment, his hand tightens protectively around the duffel bag he’s carrying, as if he expects her to try and take it. ]
Wh-what?
[ Wary, he eyes her in blank confusion before he registers the sensation of unfriendly stares boring into the back of his head. Understanding dawns, and he nods sharply to the young woman, shouldering the bag. ]
Uh, y-yeah. P-p-…probably for the b-best, anyway. Lead the w-way.
no subject
Wh-what?
[ Wary, he eyes her in blank confusion before he registers the sensation of unfriendly stares boring into the back of his head. Understanding dawns, and he nods sharply to the young woman, shouldering the bag. ]
Uh, y-yeah. P-p-…probably for the b-best, anyway. Lead the w-way.