[ The smile drops from her face, cold, confident resolve taking her over. It's the expression of a woman who used to take paid hit jobs simply because she was good at it. ]
You don't have to worry about that. We'll make sure of it.
[ She has no doubt the Machine isn't going to drop him now -- she gets attached to people like that.
Root turns back to fully face the windshield, ostensibly going back to driving. Anything further she could say here would be pushing him to come up with answers, to make decisions, and her whole point is that he doesn't have to yet. He's a captive just let loose from his cage; if leaving Bishop, Texas was eye-opening for her in terms of possibilities, she can't imagine how much vaster it's going to seem for Accelerator. ]
Get some sleep, [ she suggests. ] Looks like it'll be a few hours until we get to the view -- and then we'll be swapping cars and identities nearby. We'll have to keep moving after that.
[Some people (a lot of people, realistically) would be put off by the shift in Root's demeanour, but Accelerator is reassured. He can feel an underlying anxiety that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next, where his life is going, but he knows he isn't going to have to deal with any of that alone. For the first time in his life, he has two people he can rely on.
He's quiet as he finished off his granola bar and can of coffee, giving a small nod at Root's suggestion. Even with food his exhaustion is catching up to him, so a nap doesn't sound too bad. He shifts in his seat, leaning against the car door.]
Wake me up if we run into trouble.
[We. It's weird to say that, and he supposes he needs to get used to it.
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You don't have to worry about that. We'll make sure of it.
[ She has no doubt the Machine isn't going to drop him now -- she gets attached to people like that.
Root turns back to fully face the windshield, ostensibly going back to driving. Anything further she could say here would be pushing him to come up with answers, to make decisions, and her whole point is that he doesn't have to yet. He's a captive just let loose from his cage; if leaving Bishop, Texas was eye-opening for her in terms of possibilities, she can't imagine how much vaster it's going to seem for Accelerator. ]
Get some sleep, [ she suggests. ] Looks like it'll be a few hours until we get to the view -- and then we'll be swapping cars and identities nearby. We'll have to keep moving after that.
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He's quiet as he finished off his granola bar and can of coffee, giving a small nod at Root's suggestion. Even with food his exhaustion is catching up to him, so a nap doesn't sound too bad. He shifts in his seat, leaning against the car door.]
Wake me up if we run into trouble.
[We. It's weird to say that, and he supposes he needs to get used to it.
It won't take him very long to start dozing.]