[ well, right now, he doesn't have to. he lets rindo stay, hidden and safe and wrapped up in the feathers on his back - the outside world is shitty, and full of murder and all sorts of nightmarish shit, but it's nice and warm and soft in here, at least.

he's quiet for a moment, feeling the gestures more than seeing them. ]

Lot of shit in this place we can't control. [ there's a squeeze, the hug a little tighter. ] Fate being one of those things. Prism really takes 'supposed to' and turns it right on its head.

We're all trying to find those answers, you know. Everybody here, together. Means you don't have to do it all alone.