[She frowns, disappointed in herself for putting him through that walk, and nods again.]
I can get you something from the infirmary, pills to help with the pain, but there are surgical options too if you wanted to fix that for good. The things here aren't exactly like the medical droids in my world, but they're not that different.
[Not that she expects he'd ever trust anyone with something that invasive, but it does seem important to at least tell him that option exists.]
[At some point she's going to get used to that, to the idea that people want to speak to her, that people like her, but no one has ever really said it so bluntly. She looks a little surprised, but it passes quickly and she just nods.]
Would you tell me more about your work? Or did you want to talk about something else?
I grew up in London- same part of London as Eggsy, I think I told you, just about a hundred years in his past. It's the end of a war. A great, and terrible war, that destroyed just about all of us.
[That gets a quick flash of a smile out of her, but it can't last for long when she knows, at least in some small way, what that war did to the people who were part of it.]
That's almost exactly what Eggsy said when we talked about accents, even down to the time difference.
You can hear it in our voices. Me, I'm complicated, because of the Hebrew, because of the Russian, but him, he sounds clear as a bell down to the fucking block, I'm sure.
[But;]
That's the kind of world we live in. So tight and so close to home that your voice names the street you're from- like the distance from one end of the barge to the other, could change your voice.
He said it was possible I might be from near he was, if our worlds were the same. Have you talked to Tarkin at all?
[He's got the same accent, although she'd call it Imperial where Alfie would call it British or some other, more narrowed down term for someone in London.]
Well, now, the things you like about me are not the things you like about Tommy, let's be well clear on that.
[He says, with a grin.]
But I take your point. He was in that war with me- different sides of the world, admittedly, but the same fight. He dug tunnels and planted explosives, and I shot big guns at people and tried not to get shot.
[He's not wrong there, so she smiles a little again and nods. But again it's a smile that fades quickly in the face of talking about that war of theirs.]
He's told me some about it, about the things he had to do.
[The things he had to fight through, to overcome once he was out of those tunnels, but those are things she's never going to repeat. Right now she's just saying it so Alfie knows she's at least got some background, some very small idea filtered through Tommy of what the war was like.]
Our Tommy is sensitive to horrors, in a way that I don't think he likes that he is. But he lived the war in a way that it just washed past me. I got neurotic out of it- which is to say, it did damage to me aplenty. But in the way of being unable to, say, light a cigarette in the dark at night.
[She's not really sure what to say to all that, if there is anything she can say that won't fall flat or feel meaningless. She does agree that the war has hung heavy on Tommy, it's been impossible to miss that or ignore it after being trapped in the Enclosure in a small space that called him straight back to that time. Alfie is right, it's something that absolutely still haunts Tommy.]
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[He agrees, with a cheery nod. She's quick to catch on.]
Listen- on a different subject altogether, could you get me some help with my back?
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Is it hurting you?
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[He says, hand resting on his hip.]
And never like this before in my life, not even after the war. I'm getting old, I am.
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I can get you something from the infirmary, pills to help with the pain, but there are surgical options too if you wanted to fix that for good. The things here aren't exactly like the medical droids in my world, but they're not that different.
[Not that she expects he'd ever trust anyone with something that invasive, but it does seem important to at least tell him that option exists.]
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[Is actually the hike he means.]
But surgery is fine with me, if it works.
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[She'd been thinking of maybe asking if BB-8 could be sent along to her, but this is much more important.]
If you're alright staying here, I can go back to the ship now for the pills.
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[He assures her.]
It's not bad, once I sit down. I'd rather keep chatting than have you vanish.
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Would you tell me more about your work? Or did you want to talk about something else?
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I grew up in London- same part of London as Eggsy, I think I told you, just about a hundred years in his past. It's the end of a war. A great, and terrible war, that destroyed just about all of us.
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That's almost exactly what Eggsy said when we talked about accents, even down to the time difference.
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[But;]
That's the kind of world we live in. So tight and so close to home that your voice names the street you're from- like the distance from one end of the barge to the other, could change your voice.
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[He's got the same accent, although she'd call it Imperial where Alfie would call it British or some other, more narrowed down term for someone in London.]
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[He admits, shaking his head.]
He was a funny one, though. I liked how shocking he managed to be. When he proposed we all off ourselves before the Land of the Dead, I mean.
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People like him are the only ones with my accent in my world.
[The evil ones, who like to blow up entire planets for fun and profit.]
I'd never heard it this much before coming here. It might be part of why I like you and Tommy so much.
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[He says, with a grin.]
But I take your point. He was in that war with me- different sides of the world, admittedly, but the same fight. He dug tunnels and planted explosives, and I shot big guns at people and tried not to get shot.
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He's told me some about it, about the things he had to do.
[The things he had to fight through, to overcome once he was out of those tunnels, but those are things she's never going to repeat. Right now she's just saying it so Alfie knows she's at least got some background, some very small idea filtered through Tommy of what the war was like.]
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[Alfie predicts, quietly.]
Our Tommy is sensitive to horrors, in a way that I don't think he likes that he is. But he lived the war in a way that it just washed past me. I got neurotic out of it- which is to say, it did damage to me aplenty. But in the way of being unable to, say, light a cigarette in the dark at night.
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Is it something you ever talk about with him?
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[He admits. Just the once.]
There's a thing with men, though, where saying something like this just isn't easy.