[The answer probably would have sounded very unsatisfactory to anyone else, but it wasn't what Ian said so much as how he said it. What cinched it of course was his other admittance--that he still died. How... if he died, but was here, but wasn't... She did but he didn't but--
Samus drags both hands down his face. Very slowly. Alternate universes were complicated.]
This is really happening.
[This was really happening to him. He definitely feels a headache threatening to rear its ugly head, if not from this then from the physical stress of surviving such a tremendous crash. He blindly takes a step or two backwards until his back hits the still-warm hull of his ship. Putting his full weight against it, he slides down until his butt hits the dirt.
From there he just stares up at the night's sky outlined by haphazard half-trees, and sighs.]
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Samus drags both hands down his face. Very slowly. Alternate universes were complicated.]
This is really happening.
[This was really happening to him. He definitely feels a headache threatening to rear its ugly head, if not from this then from the physical stress of surviving such a tremendous crash. He blindly takes a step or two backwards until his back hits the still-warm hull of his ship. Putting his full weight against it, he slides down until his butt hits the dirt.
From there he just stares up at the night's sky outlined by haphazard half-trees, and sighs.]