Sigma stared at her in wonder, hanging onto every word. He would have a serious, thoughtful pose, if he wasn’t busy jamming bites of sandwich down his gullet. He had no idea if the B. Garden he had seen in the future was operational in 2028, or if that was just another part of the facility he’d need to recreate. Even with his memory as strong as it was, each of those wards could take ages to construct, assuming he wouldn’t be getting much physical help. There was every chance that these sandwiches, as mundane as they were, would be the last Earthly food he’d have for months, at a minimum.
“It gets better, huh? I needed to hear that. Thanks.”
He restlessly tapped his fingers against his knee, still getting used to the sensation of mechanical joints and limbs. The analogy made perfect sense, and he wondered how Akane came up with it so rapidly, out of nowhere. Or, now that he thought about it, how Phi and everyone else seemed to have similes for days, too. Maybe that’s something he could get better at with decades of practice.
As restless as he was, he certainly couldn’t help staring out the window again, with the mushroom cloud beginning to dissipate. There still wasn’t a single recognizably human voice outside, nor any of the ambient noises, like the hums of traffic on roadways, that would helped indicate the existence of civilization. Now looking a little more stoic (aided by the fact he put the sandwich down), he asked, “This scene, outside. How many times have you seen it?”
Akane didn't know whether he was being truthful about her words really being helpful to him or if he was just trying to make up for his negativity earlier, but she certainly hoped it was the former. There wasn't really anything else she could do at this point other than providing words of encouragement, and even if the woman was aware that human contact meant so very much in some situations, mere words could also mean nothing under other circumstances.
As Sigma proceeded to eat, Akane observed him carefully. His finger tapping indicated discomfort or at least a similar sensation, his eyes wandering to the scenery outside as if he had momentarily forgotten about it, only to be reminded of it again.
Well, she was probably wrong. How could one forget about it if it was the first time they'd ever seen it?
As if the man had read her mind, his next question addressed precisely the issue of frequency.
"I don't know," Akane admitted, allowing a sigh to slip from her lips. "I wish I knew, but I never will."
“There’s no ending to this scene-- at least for me.”
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