Armand, also, does not know what it's going to look like.
Perhaps not as much like a remote island, or the multi-millionaire (not quite a billion) high security bunker in the mountains of god knows where that would only be overkill if Daniel's predictions work out accurate. Perhaps it isn't a place at all. They can be a moving target. They can burn through as much fossil fuel as required. There would be logistics, changing scenery, disorienting timezone shifts, distraction from the possibility of them eating each other alive.
Perhaps, perhaps. He will need to think on it.
"Agreed," he says, and then—something. Prickling sixth sense. Armand's attention does not grow more intense, certainly not less, but the world grows a little less vibrant beyond the scope of fire-orange eyes.
A sense like a shadow reaching past Daniel's ribcage, and then, a twinge of pressure. Warmth. Heat.
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Perhaps not as much like a remote island, or the multi-millionaire (not quite a billion) high security bunker in the mountains of god knows where that would only be overkill if Daniel's predictions work out accurate. Perhaps it isn't a place at all. They can be a moving target. They can burn through as much fossil fuel as required. There would be logistics, changing scenery, disorienting timezone shifts, distraction from the possibility of them eating each other alive.
Perhaps, perhaps. He will need to think on it.
"Agreed," he says, and then—something. Prickling sixth sense. Armand's attention does not grow more intense, certainly not less, but the world grows a little less vibrant beyond the scope of fire-orange eyes.
A sense like a shadow reaching past Daniel's ribcage, and then, a twinge of pressure. Warmth. Heat.
Change of subject.