[ Simon considers her carefully, feeling somehow more out of the loop than ever. Catherine had fully expected the ARK to benefit everyone except herself, and if she hadn’t launched it yet, she would have turned down Hathaway’s offer of the only possible escape from PATHOS-II that she-as-she-exists could ever hope for. It’s not as if Simon wasn’t invested in Saving Humanity, but he didn’t help her with that same certainty that it wouldn’t save him, and he still couldn’t turn down Hathaway, even then. Because he didn’t want to die at the bottom of the ocean on a dead Earth in an alien body.
In the thick of their demi-argument it almost felt threatening how foreign this was, but now, standing in relation to her doesn’t make Simon’s position as a perfectly normal person in this respect feel like it’s changed so much as it puts her on another, overachieving scale of altruism entirely when he’d thought they could be measured on the same one.
You hear about people like that, but you don’t expect to meet them, or to find them in people you’ve met already, who act like it’s totally normal to be that self-sacrificing.
He catches himself staring at her in puzzlement — again — and looks away like a super casual normal person who definitely knows what’s going on right now, fiddling with his jewelcomm ring until something else occurs to him. ] By the way, if you meet a buff pink-haired Russian woman, just... don’t tell her you’re a robot.
[ yeah that’s. that’s his veteran Hathaway advice. ]
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[ Simon considers her carefully, feeling somehow more out of the loop than ever. Catherine had fully expected the ARK to benefit everyone except herself, and if she hadn’t launched it yet, she would have turned down Hathaway’s offer of the only possible escape from PATHOS-II that she-as-she-exists could ever hope for. It’s not as if Simon wasn’t invested in Saving Humanity, but he didn’t help her with that same certainty that it wouldn’t save him, and he still couldn’t turn down Hathaway, even then. Because he didn’t want to die at the bottom of the ocean on a dead Earth in an alien body.
In the thick of their demi-argument it almost felt threatening how foreign this was, but now, standing in relation to her doesn’t make Simon’s position as a perfectly normal person in this respect feel like it’s changed so much as it puts her on another, overachieving scale of altruism entirely when he’d thought they could be measured on the same one.
You hear about people like that, but you don’t expect to meet them, or to find them in people you’ve met already, who act like it’s totally normal to be that self-sacrificing.
He catches himself staring at her in puzzlement — again — and looks away like a super casual normal person who definitely knows what’s going on right now, fiddling with his jewelcomm ring until something else occurs to him. ] By the way, if you meet a buff pink-haired Russian woman, just... don’t tell her you’re a robot.
[ yeah that’s. that’s his veteran Hathaway advice. ]