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Marina: He can totally hear marina in the bathroom but he may not be able to tell if she’s puking or something else
Daas: Daas knocks softly. “Ensign? Are you alright?”
Marina: There’s a few moments of silence before she responds. “Not really.”
Daas: “I know, but meant more specifically, do I need to get the medical kit?”
Marina: “No.”
Daas: “Alright. Good night, then. I’ll be awake for a while if you need me.”
Marina: “I’m sorry I called your numbers stupid.”
Daas: “It’s alright. They didn’t do me much good today either.”
Marina: She opens the door, eyes red as she glances at the ground. “They’ve done us a lot of good in the past though.”
Daas: Daas looks even more concerned. “Ensign… you’re really upset about this, aren’t you?”
Marina: “Of course I am. They left that branch high and dry and didn’t even let us try to assist, and because of that two pilots like us are dead in all likelyhood. It’s hard not to be upset about that when it could easily be us there instead. Sure, we couldn’t fucking do anything today, but what happens when we can’t do anything and the problem is right here and not halfway across the fucking country?” All the anger’s gone at this point, just a sort of resigned weariness left.
Daas: “Even if we could have made it there in time, believe me when I say there was very little we could have done. Believe me, I’m as angry as you are, but there was nothing we could do.”
Marina: “I.. I know. So what do we do when something like that shows up here? Besides just… die.”
Daas: Daas’ face hardens. “I have a few ideas. But we don’t go without a fight.”
Marina: She sits down on the edge of the tub and crosses her arms, quiet for a moment after she looks at him, sighing. “You’ve been working with Yarrow on AT stuff, right? Do you know why it’s… us? Not someone else, not someone who’s Morgan’s age or whatever?”
Marina: “Why are our numbers the numbers that work?”
Daas: “Some of the top minds thinks it has something to do with the young mind. Basically, since everything the AT fields do is impossible, only someone who lacks the rigidity of the adult mindset can use it.”
Daas: “And then, there’s the fact that every EVA pilot was born AFTER Second Impact.”
Daas: “Did SI unlock some latent potential in mankind? We don’t know.”
Daas: “As for why US, specifically… bad luck?” He shrugs. “I choose to believe that I was meant to do someone some good with my life. So if I can spend whatever time I have saving lives, then even if I end up like the Omaha pilots did today, it will have been worth it. Better than dying in a tent back home.”
Marina: She massages her temples before sighing. “It’s… that bad back there, huh?”
Daas: “Worse. But I’m not here to depress you. Though at times, it’s difficult to keep myself from saying things that might be hurtful.”
Marina: “You shouldn’t try to hold that back, or something. It’s unhealthy.”
Daas: “What good would it do to tell you guys about how terrible my childhood was? It’s the past. Already happened.”
Marina: “I meant the hurtful words thing. If you want to call me a bitch or something you can, I’ve kind of been one. A lot.”
Daas: “You have, but it’s alright. We’re all under a lot of strain, and Spencer doesn’t always help.”
Daas: “With some luck, though, I’ll have you two tolerating each other some time this decade.”
Marina: “I’m… not as angry about him as I used to be. But he is annoying sometimes, yeah.”
Daas: “Good. Work from there up to perhaps friendship, and you’ll have exceeded my wildest dreams.” Daas smiles, just a little. “Go to bed. Even if you can’t sleep, you should rest.”
Marina: “Yeah. Goodnight, Daas. And thanks.” She heads into her and Alicia’s room and closes the door.

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