[leaning back against the table, pressing his weight into his hands that grapple on the edge of it, prompto offers a soft smile at alex as she goes through her own calculations. he knows what that's like -- he's pretty sure they all know what's that like, the jarring pull of the rug from under their feet, of a reality unlike their own, left with questions about what is of their home, what is of their lives, of the people they've left behind.]
According to every calendar available.
September, specifically, so we're closing in on 2512.
[it doesn't bring a lot of comfort, he knows.]
I'm not from 'Earth,' but from a planet we call Eos. What I've gathered, even if others come from Earth, their experiences are very different from one another. There... isn't any paper either, so I don't think you'll have to worry about writing the wrong date anymore.
[it really isn't comforting.]
But you're not alone, okay? There's several others like us. We stick together -- look after each other. Even if some are more kept to themselves.
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According to every calendar available.
September, specifically, so we're closing in on 2512.
[it doesn't bring a lot of comfort, he knows.]
I'm not from 'Earth,' but from a planet we call Eos. What I've gathered, even if others come from Earth, their experiences are very different from one another. There... isn't any paper either, so I don't think you'll have to worry about writing the wrong date anymore.
[it really isn't comforting.]
But you're not alone, okay? There's several others like us. We stick together -- look after each other. Even if some are more kept to themselves.