[All at once, the joy leaves his face. In its wake is an anxious concern that roots itself into his mouth, nowhere near a sneer but twitching at the corner like it threatens to be at any moment. Genuine confusion comes next, and it softens his face that would have otherwise been a little too harsh.
Blue eyes.]
She-- [This was no good. His whole reason, his whole chance. Panic grips his chest and transforms to anger. It's an overwhelming feeling that threatens to take control, and he has to force it down, take a step away from the video screen and laugh, short and tired.]
Mattias. [This time it's not Messiah that should work up a reaction, but Mattias. No longer the vessel. And how? He turns again, stepping right back to the screen as both palms come down on each side, allowing him to lean down further. To really stare at him.
He's calm here. He's got to be calm here.] How? Why? What is this, Mattias? [With a gesture around the room; he means the view of space. His idea of night.]
damn
Blue eyes.]
She-- [This was no good. His whole reason, his whole chance. Panic grips his chest and transforms to anger. It's an overwhelming feeling that threatens to take control, and he has to force it down, take a step away from the video screen and laugh, short and tired.]
Mattias. [This time it's not Messiah that should work up a reaction, but Mattias. No longer the vessel. And how? He turns again, stepping right back to the screen as both palms come down on each side, allowing him to lean down further. To really stare at him.
He's calm here. He's got to be calm here.] How? Why? What is this, Mattias? [With a gesture around the room; he means the view of space. His idea of night.]
Where is she?