[Oh god she's going to cry and Tim has no idea how to comfort her, he's always been so awkward about things like this, but this is Sylvie and he wants to be able to make her feel better and he really doesn't know how.]
You're not bothering me. It makes sense that you'd be upset. I want to help if I can.
[He's actually kind of flattered that she'd confide her worries about this to him.]
Yeah. It's not good. And whoever decided that this sort of thing was okay to broadcast over the EZWave is completely out of order.
[That last part's said a little vehemently. Just like Jay and ToTheArk, deciding what parts of a person's life to broadcast for everyone to see without so much as getting permission, especially for something so horrific as that.
He sighs, not wanting to have this conversation really, especially not this early in the morning.]
Look, I know you're not going to want to hear this. But there doesn't seem to be much in Rapture that is safe, from what I've seen. Just ... make sure you look after yourself, okay? I worry that something might hurt you.
You're sweet, Tim. But I know no place is completely safe, not even Rapture. I just... I suppose I'm not accustomed to having it thrust in my face. That's the risk of progress. We become entirely too aware of the dangers in the world.
[She sighs deeply, and to her credit she doesn't cry, despite her misty eyes.]
Oh, don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look. But you ought to look after yourself. Especially as a newcomer to the city, I worry... I don't know. People tend to fear what they don't understand. If uncertain times are coming, well...
[She shrugs helplessly. She's seen it happen before, the post-war xenophobia.]
[He bites his tongue as she talks about progress. Sure, some of the scientific advancements in this town were amazing, but as far as the social policies went, it felt like he'd stepped back into the dark ages. He doesn't feel like it's his place to lecture her, though. He doesn't know her all that well.]
Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me if the new guys ended up as scapegoats for anything that happened. But don't worry about me. I've been looking out for myself for a long time now. [From anything far more dangerous than this city could throw at him.]
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You're not bothering me. It makes sense that you'd be upset. I want to help if I can.
[He's actually kind of flattered that she'd confide her worries about this to him.]
Yeah. It's not good. And whoever decided that this sort of thing was okay to broadcast over the EZWave is completely out of order.
[That last part's said a little vehemently. Just like Jay and ToTheArk, deciding what parts of a person's life to broadcast for everyone to see without so much as getting permission, especially for something so horrific as that.
He sighs, not wanting to have this conversation really, especially not this early in the morning.]
Look, I know you're not going to want to hear this. But there doesn't seem to be much in Rapture that is safe, from what I've seen. Just ... make sure you look after yourself, okay? I worry that something might hurt you.
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You're sweet, Tim. But I know no place is completely safe, not even Rapture. I just... I suppose I'm not accustomed to having it thrust in my face. That's the risk of progress. We become entirely too aware of the dangers in the world.
[She sighs deeply, and to her credit she doesn't cry, despite her misty eyes.]
Oh, don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look. But you ought to look after yourself. Especially as a newcomer to the city, I worry... I don't know. People tend to fear what they don't understand. If uncertain times are coming, well...
[She shrugs helplessly. She's seen it happen before, the post-war xenophobia.]
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Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me if the new guys ended up as scapegoats for anything that happened. But don't worry about me. I've been looking out for myself for a long time now. [From anything far more dangerous than this city could throw at him.]
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I know you have. You seem very independent.
[A little too independent, sometimes. He seems distant at times, as if he's the type used to not having anyone to rely on.]
Well. I'm sorry again. I'll let you go. Thank you for – for talking to me.
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I will. Thank you.