[ Alan just looks at Steve with a halfway surprised expression. There's a feeling that he's heard a similar explanation before, but he can't remember enough of it to be sure. ]
With a resume like that, you could get a job doing anything you wanted. Flight instructor, maybe. But then again, maybe that would seem really boring after everything you've done. Something tells me what you do now is anything but boring.
[ And maybe he's wrong, but he gets the feeling that Steve is one of those who is fueled by adrenaline. But he doesn't have time to talk more, as Casey interjects. Alan stays silent for the most part, not because he doesn't have anything to say, but because he feels like the conversation doesn't really need his input.
It's not until he also reacts to the sound that set Casey and Steve into motion that he actually does anything, and even then, it's not until Jesse makes an appearance. His gaze is instantly drawn to her, eyes looking her over as if checking for any signs of injury.
The only thing he sees is the wound on her head, and the sight of it causes a cold sweat to break out over him unprompted. He's not washing out or drowning, but some remnant of a memory is trying to stir itself up in Alan's mind, and that's enough to distract him from what's going on around him for now.
Why is that familiar? Something tells me I shouldn't think too hard about it, or ask questions, but- I've seen that before. She's been hurt like that before, or worse. Not hurt, dead. That can't happen again. It didn't happen this time, but what about the next time? How many people won't make it out next time? How many more deaths will I be responsible for? ]
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With a resume like that, you could get a job doing anything you wanted. Flight instructor, maybe. But then again, maybe that would seem really boring after everything you've done. Something tells me what you do now is anything but boring.
[ And maybe he's wrong, but he gets the feeling that Steve is one of those who is fueled by adrenaline. But he doesn't have time to talk more, as Casey interjects. Alan stays silent for the most part, not because he doesn't have anything to say, but because he feels like the conversation doesn't really need his input.
It's not until he also reacts to the sound that set Casey and Steve into motion that he actually does anything, and even then, it's not until Jesse makes an appearance. His gaze is instantly drawn to her, eyes looking her over as if checking for any signs of injury.
The only thing he sees is the wound on her head, and the sight of it causes a cold sweat to break out over him unprompted. He's not washing out or drowning, but some remnant of a memory is trying to stir itself up in Alan's mind, and that's enough to distract him from what's going on around him for now.
Why is that familiar? Something tells me I shouldn't think too hard about it, or ask questions, but- I've seen that before. She's been hurt like that before, or worse. Not hurt, dead. That can't happen again. It didn't happen this time, but what about the next time? How many people won't make it out next time? How many more deaths will I be responsible for? ]