There’s a small comfort in the mutual understanding, and they’re glad that Griffin seems ready to accept their inability to stay behind for too long. Knowing how Griffin can be, there is a hint of worry that if something went wrong with someone else, and he had the ability to stop it in favor of taking the damage himself and risking not making it, he might do it in the heat of the moment, but they have to trust that even then he’ll remember the importance Plutarch placed on both of them managing to make it back here. They can’t think like that now, though, so they nod curtly. “Then we go,” they repeat. “Yes, I know Robyn and Twig will do everything to get them into the group. It’s all settled then.” There are a hundred other things they could speak about, more detailed plans, coming up with just how each individual District should be getting to this meeting point and when, and so on and so forth, but they don’t have time to linger on the details unfortunately, as much as Silver prefers specificity in everything they do. With six hours already ticking away, they’ll just both have to trust each other, and the people they delegate other tasks to, to see past the panic and terror well enough to make the intelligent and safe choices. Trust when failure could mean death isn’t so simple, but it’s all they have.
“All of the important bits, all that we can afford to take the time for at the moment. It’s time to get to it, I believe. If anything goes wrong, and there’s time, send a message through an Avox; Three’s is trustworthy, and so is Ten’s. I’ll do the same, if no one else is around to manage it, but hopefully it won’t come to that…” Silver nods, looking at Griffin fully, perhaps for the first time in the rush of conversation, static so loud in their ears. They pause, perhaps a little awkwardness suddenly seeping in through the frantic energy, realizing now that it’s time to part ways, and if something does go wrong for either of them, this could be the last moment they speak to each other. It’s not productive to think that way, though, when there’s so much work to be done. So instead, Silver holds out their less injured hand, still clad in the gloves Dawn made them, and gives him a nod. “I suppose I’ll see you in a little less than six hours, then, Griffin.”
IT’S HARD TO shake the feeling that they’re missing something, even as if they’ve planned meticulously, even as they’ve tried to cover bases with who to tell, then who those people are meant to tell. Difficult not to feel like maybe there’s still something they can get from this, something more they can push for, but Griffin and Silver both know quite well that there simply isn’t time to linger. He’s appreciative, at least, of the option for sending a message later on, in case they think of something in the heat of the moment, and takes note of the Avoxes Silver mentions. Griffin nods, “All right. Okay. Good to know.” In this moment, Silver is looking fully at him now too, and Griffin can practically see the panic seeping out of them in waves and static. They’re thinking the same thing. At this moment, most if not all bases have been covered, but maybe there’s something more, something they’re not seeing...
Griffin shakes his head rather suddenly, a quick flick of the head, trying to get himself out of that unhealthy spiral of paranoia. Silver seems ready to go, albeit with some level of hesitance too, just like him, but they can’t afford to spend more time here, can’t afford to sit still for longer when there’s so much more to do. Silver ends it for them with something that’s more or less a ‘see you later’, coupled with an offer for a handshake. Griffin takes it but, suddenly hyper aware of what’s been done to Silver’s hands, hidden as they are behind those gloves of theirs, he keeps his touch light and brief. He won’t lie and say he doesn’t feel awkward about any of this at all; he’s feeling plenty awkward, in the midst of that franticness and panic. “Less than six hours,” he says anyway, before deciding to head toward the direction with the exit opposite where he thinks Silver will go. He gives them a nod, curt but determined.
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