[Kim sat alone by a fire someone had put together in the center of one of the smaller ruins. Others were in better condition to explore, and he'd have to hear about it from them later.
When someone approaches, he looks up, brow cautiously raised. Luckily for Akua, Kim can't really make out anyone's facial features, so he can only go by voice. That, however, drips with something that reminds him of Revachol East, of Moralintern ambassadors-- good lord, she almost sounds like Joyce. While a shipping company magnate wouldn't be the absolute last person he'd want to wax nostalgic about home with, she sure as hell wouldn't be the first.
The grief he hasn't named is guiding those associations, he's sure. Kim blinks it away and offers a nod, of agreement, and to sit.]
Waiting
When someone approaches, he looks up, brow cautiously raised. Luckily for Akua, Kim can't really make out anyone's facial features, so he can only go by voice. That, however, drips with something that reminds him of Revachol East, of Moralintern ambassadors-- good lord, she almost sounds like Joyce. While a shipping company magnate wouldn't be the absolute last person he'd want to wax nostalgic about home with, she sure as hell wouldn't be the first.
The grief he hasn't named is guiding those associations, he's sure. Kim blinks it away and offers a nod, of agreement, and to sit.]
I don't mind.