"Nngh.." he growls out the noise in a half-committed attempt to sound grumpy. Of course he's still up! He's not a teenager. And he's doing it for reasons he didn't feel like explaining right away.
Miguel stays hunched over, feeling a tendon in his neck tense as he debates on opening this can of worms. He didn't look quite so sharp outside his suit, but his posture only really softens once he slumps his shoulders in resignation.
"Tonight is for her." he says in a quiet voice, hands meeting and interlacing loosely. His eyes stay set on candle light.
"Tomorrow night is for the others."
He didn't know everyone personally in TRN-660, but a collapsed dimension left no survivors to do it instead. And overworking until he finally snapped didn't seem to do much to alleviate whatever knot of guilt was twisting in on itself. Nor did it bring back the universe. So...
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Miguel stays hunched over, feeling a tendon in his neck tense as he debates on opening this can of worms. He didn't look quite so sharp outside his suit, but his posture only really softens once he slumps his shoulders in resignation.
"Tonight is for her." he says in a quiet voice, hands meeting and interlacing loosely. His eyes stay set on candle light.
"Tomorrow night is for the others."
He didn't know everyone personally in TRN-660, but a collapsed dimension left no survivors to do it instead. And overworking until he finally snapped didn't seem to do much to alleviate whatever knot of guilt was twisting in on itself. Nor did it bring back the universe. So...