@counter-steer asked:
'for years i chose death.'
— perceptor isn't sure what to do with this information. he stares at drift in quiet contemplation. he's not much of an optimist, himself. he sees fact and takes it as it is. moves ever on not because he believes he should but moreso that he must.
he had believed drift the optimist, but this quiet confirmation, this quiet... vulnerability. it's a vulnerability makes him... well, he's not entirely sure what it makes him feel.
" drift... i... you have made progress, have you not? this is something, the lost light is something, yes? "
















