Kaoru leans in close and talks quieter, not quite whispering but raising a hand to block their faces from the direction of the door.
“I don’t buy that we’re dead, call me a pessimist fer it. If ‘m ‘ssumin’ we’re alive, we’re in some real shit, so I don’t wanna go bearin’ every single thing I did fer their cameras, yeah? ‘f they need that machine, means they might not know yet, 'nd I got people worth protectin' still, lucky lucky me.”
He says “lucky lucky” as seriously as the rest, not feeling very lucky and fully aware Ellie probably has no one. Feels bad, but he wants to lay the cards out for her: he can't be hopeless, as nice as it would be to buy in that they’re all dead. He wishes he could just kick back and enjoy purgatory, but he has somewhere to be, and being apart from that’s feels like there’s a ticking in the back of his head any time he thinks about it.
