But Dylan's expression has gone distant, a sadness in his eyes that appears there, sometimes, when his thoughts are hundreds of years away, in the time he's lost. With another woman, the one who'd taught him to appreciate the science he'd only ever just learned without loving at the Academy. Sara hadn't just liked science, she'd loved it, lived it, like he did his Argosy service.
Sara would have been fascinated by this whole place.
He doesn't hear what Marion says next, but her words do bring him back to her, to the present.
He nods, makes himself smile, and out past Marion, he notices a gap in the movement of patients to and from the medical staff.
"Hey," he says, nodding. "I think Trance might be free."
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But Dylan's expression has gone distant, a sadness in his eyes that appears there, sometimes, when his thoughts are hundreds of years away, in the time he's lost. With another woman, the one who'd taught him to appreciate the science he'd only ever just learned without loving at the Academy. Sara hadn't just liked science, she'd loved it, lived it, like he did his Argosy service.
Sara would have been fascinated by this whole place.
He doesn't hear what Marion says next, but her words do bring him back to her, to the present.
He nods, makes himself smile, and out past Marion, he notices a gap in the movement of patients to and from the medical staff.
"Hey," he says, nodding. "I think Trance might be free."