This is the closest he has gotten to the feeling of being able to wander freely through a city in a long time. Even back home, those rights had been taken away. It feels good to move around without direction, without something keeping him on a short leash, and the illusion of open air here is complete enough for him to believe it.
However, stronger than even that is how much he is again reminded of the best times they'd had in space. The aimless camaraderie, the pointless whims, feeling metaphorically weightless (and only metaphorically; he'd hated the literal kind). And while he isn't generally a fan of other people, being somewhere with a real population instead of an imaginary one at least gives him something other than empty walls to be surrounded by.
He'd happily stopped thinking a long time ago. It's almost jarring to be asked a question that needs an actual answer.
Not like he's going to let that get in the way of his detachment now, though. He at least tries to get away with answering Vincent with the verbal equivalent of a shrug.
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However, stronger than even that is how much he is again reminded of the best times they'd had in space. The aimless camaraderie, the pointless whims, feeling metaphorically weightless (and only metaphorically; he'd hated the literal kind). And while he isn't generally a fan of other people, being somewhere with a real population instead of an imaginary one at least gives him something other than empty walls to be surrounded by.
He'd happily stopped thinking a long time ago. It's almost jarring to be asked a question that needs an actual answer.
Not like he's going to let that get in the way of his detachment now, though. He at least tries to get away with answering Vincent with the verbal equivalent of a shrug.