[Before they can possibly take matters into their own hands - just about the only thing they can do, under these circumstances, under any circumstances at all, even if that's not ever resulted in any consequences one can call good - too much is already at work.]
[Uncertainty is a harsh, sparking thing coiling their fingertips into fists, edging them back very slightly. This isn't a monster, it's a human, but it's a child who is as averse to the buzz and blur of so many tightly-packed adults as they are, and some part of them doesn't seem to want to stop reminding them of the unpleasant isolation inherent in that.]
[Something they understand too well.]
[Too well.]
You couldn't find another table? [Icy self-possession has always come naturally to them. As has eloquence, even under duress. Especially, in fact, under...duress.] Fate is a cruel thing to us both.
TOO LATE BUCKO
[Uncertainty is a harsh, sparking thing coiling their fingertips into fists, edging them back very slightly. This isn't a monster, it's a human, but it's a child who is as averse to the buzz and blur of so many tightly-packed adults as they are, and some part of them doesn't seem to want to stop reminding them of the unpleasant isolation inherent in that.]
[Something they understand too well.]
[Too well.]
You couldn't find another table? [Icy self-possession has always come naturally to them. As has eloquence, even under duress. Especially, in fact, under...duress.] Fate is a cruel thing to us both.