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dw100I completely forgot to post this during the correct week, so I'm sharing it now; apologies!
Character/s: Professor Yana, Chantho
Rating: G
Summary: Was there anything she could have done?
Notes: Playing fast and loose with episode lore, I suspect.
She's always thought of him, a little, as a sun, pressed into a matchbox. Forced to make do.
Of course she's noticed things. There have been moments -- when he's snapped at her, or cursed his work -- where she's seen something. Like the strange Malcassairian gravel worms, shifting beneath the sand. But the Professor's work is hard, and he's all alone, save for her.
(Her friends in the refugee camp hadn't wanted her to come here.)
Chantho had always just figured that if you're not a genius yourself, you can't fully understand one.
Eyes stinging, she watches as the sun explodes.
Character/s: Professor Yana, Chantho
Rating: G
Summary: Was there anything she could have done?
Notes: Playing fast and loose with episode lore, I suspect.
She's always thought of him, a little, as a sun, pressed into a matchbox. Forced to make do.
Of course she's noticed things. There have been moments -- when he's snapped at her, or cursed his work -- where she's seen something. Like the strange Malcassairian gravel worms, shifting beneath the sand. But the Professor's work is hard, and he's all alone, save for her.
(Her friends in the refugee camp hadn't wanted her to come here.)
Chantho had always just figured that if you're not a genius yourself, you can't fully understand one.
Eyes stinging, she watches as the sun explodes.
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