[If Lenka were a more expressive person and had full use of his arms this is where he would definitely put his face in his hands, because please y'all he is not here for the coral catwalk. God help him, because Sol really isn't up to this task, evidently.
Instead, he just lets out a little sigh, kind of resigned and kind of bracing himself.]
All right. [...] I know you're not really the ones who asked for it, but. Lance. Floe.
[He's not talking to their shells anymore -- it's evident in both his tone and the careful set of his shoulders and fists, the sudden brightness and determination in his eyes.]
If you want to know what I think... Floe, I know you did your best to hold us together, and live the best you could in camp. You were probably the one with the most sense in our cabin. [just a touch dry, because their cabin sure was something, back then] Thanks for talking to me, even after the second week. I know you did everything you could for us, while you were here.
Lance... you really did shake sense into me all the time. [that dryness shows up in a half-smile; but sorry Lance, you still don't hold a candle to your girlfriend in terms of generally being sensible] I don't think I'd be here, like this, without that. I tried to take your advice. Live a little better, in a camp like this. Find things to laugh about.
[He looks a little embarrassed, because he may have taken the advice a little far but he doesn't entirely regret it, actually.]
... It's quiet, in the cabin, without both of you. In the camp, without all of you. So -- come back to us. We've all talked about it, but I wanted to say it again. You're both fighters. I know you'll fight with us.
[...]
Five. I'll give you that number, because that's how many days we have to get you all back. We'll do it. I promise.
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Instead, he just lets out a little sigh, kind of resigned and kind of bracing himself.]
All right. [...] I know you're not really the ones who asked for it, but. Lance. Floe.
[He's not talking to their shells anymore -- it's evident in both his tone and the careful set of his shoulders and fists, the sudden brightness and determination in his eyes.]
If you want to know what I think... Floe, I know you did your best to hold us together, and live the best you could in camp. You were probably the one with the most sense in our cabin. [just a touch dry, because their cabin sure was something, back then] Thanks for talking to me, even after the second week. I know you did everything you could for us, while you were here.
Lance... you really did shake sense into me all the time. [that dryness shows up in a half-smile; but sorry Lance, you still don't hold a candle to your girlfriend in terms of generally being sensible] I don't think I'd be here, like this, without that. I tried to take your advice. Live a little better, in a camp like this. Find things to laugh about.
[He looks a little embarrassed, because he may have taken the advice a little far but he doesn't entirely regret it, actually.]
... It's quiet, in the cabin, without both of you. In the camp, without all of you. So -- come back to us. We've all talked about it, but I wanted to say it again. You're both fighters. I know you'll fight with us.
[...]
Five. I'll give you that number, because that's how many days we have to get you all back. We'll do it. I promise.