012 || voice // wèntí yǐncáng de gūdú

[shiniest]

Y'know, this place ain't bad once you're used to it. Bein' used to it can take a while, and I still wouldn't wish it on anyone, just 'cause of the adjusting.

[A sigh.]

But selfishly, outta your own need, let's say, imagine you could pull someone from home t'be here with you.  Someone who's been here before, someone who ain't, anyone.  Why them?

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[unetrustworthy]

I am not sure he was capable. He never smiled. Never showed much emotion of any kind.

[shiniest]

Maybe somewhere inside? I've known some who don't show emotion well on their faces.

[unetrustworthy]

Oh, it was there. Sometimes.

Just not when he worked on the machines.

[shiniest]

Hm. Well, some folk've got talent what can't be explained proper, no matter.

[unetrustworthy]

I...suppose?

[Not being fluent, it took her a moment to translate Kaylee's speech]

[shiniest]

[Hey she's used to that.]

What did make him happy, then, if I could ask?

[unetrustworthy]

The closest I ever saw to happy was the time we passed by a traveling circus. He looked...nostalgic.

[shiniest]

Huh. That's somethin'.

[unetrustworthy]

I never did find out why.