@prkhyn said “ i don’t know who the bigger threat is: the dead, or the living. “ !!
Mizhir glances away from the night sky to look at Park. "I don't know if I have a satisfying answer."
He gives a half-hearted smile before returning his gaze toward the sky full of clouds, taking a moment to mull over the thought. He finds himself savoring the pause. Musing and deep thought were luxuries he hadn't been able to afford in years. This thought wasn't ever one he spent much time on. He'd always been focused on more tangible things. Though the study of stars was less tangible than other scientific fields...
Miz wanted to say the dead, though the living always posed a threat to the living. "The dead. They lack humanity, reason... at least the living have the compacity to understand each other and work together." He made a point to look over again, a meaningful glint in his brown eyes. Weary, tired, but hopeful all the same. He was still getting to know him - the leader of the vegas safe zone. He knew how heavy (or light) the words could weigh on a relationship already built on the foundation of shaky trust.
Mizhir said nothing else, but the silent pause seemed expectant. As if he was waiting to hear Park's thoughts.