[Oddly enough, it's Jason's words that get Keith moving. He knows he needs to do something. Help more people. Get to the base that needs more hands on deck, since people are being rescued. He had been sitting beside the pod long enough that he had been immobilized, uncertain. Was it his frustration toward Damian that had kept him from being fast enough? Not that this is a logical thought. It isn't. Not in the least. But he can't help but blame himself. It's easy to see the fault in what he does. Has done. Will do.
This whole blame thing is why he needs to clear his head. He sends a message to Shiro, well aware of where he's helping stock safehouses at the moment.]
Can you meet me? I need some air. A break.
[The geographic pin indicates a point directly between Keith and Shiro—about a ten minute walk for both. It's obvious that Keith isn't keen on breaks. That he's not good at stopping. Slowing down. Relenting. He doesn't even intend for this to be a real break. He just intends to ... talk. To be around Shiro. To feel a little better.
Keith makes it to the point he referenced in only seven minutes. He's no longer wearing the vest, but he has a jacket on to hide the splatters of blood. Unstocked safehouses mean no extra clothes. He'll manage. He's washed his face and hands. It's too warm outside for the jacket, but he'll manage.
He stops at a bench and looks up, watching what few clouds exist move slowly across the sky. It's several hours after the operation began, but still a bit ahead of dusk. Sweat beads over his forehead as he sits and waits.]
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This whole blame thing is why he needs to clear his head. He sends a message to Shiro, well aware of where he's helping stock safehouses at the moment.]
Can you meet me? I need some air. A break.
[The geographic pin indicates a point directly between Keith and Shiro—about a ten minute walk for both. It's obvious that Keith isn't keen on breaks. That he's not good at stopping. Slowing down. Relenting. He doesn't even intend for this to be a real break. He just intends to ... talk. To be around Shiro. To feel a little better.
Keith makes it to the point he referenced in only seven minutes. He's no longer wearing the vest, but he has a jacket on to hide the splatters of blood. Unstocked safehouses mean no extra clothes. He'll manage. He's washed his face and hands. It's too warm outside for the jacket, but he'll manage.
He stops at a bench and looks up, watching what few clouds exist move slowly across the sky. It's several hours after the operation began, but still a bit ahead of dusk. Sweat beads over his forehead as he sits and waits.]