Vax didn't sit with him. He leaned over the table, fingers curling into fists, all-over tense as wire cables. One of them should bloody get out there, to see if Vex had fallen and hit her head on a rock or got bit by a snake or if invaders had taken a dimension door in to snatch her or gods knew what else might've happened. His voice bristled with impatience and agitation and more than a fine edge of fear. "What are you even talking about?! It's not like they keep track of everyone's comings and goings-"
He stopped himself short, breath gone out of him like he'd been winded with a sucker punch. His eyes dropped to the goggles.
Vax had meant that the shades that attended them didn't report every move they made, and probably wouldn't even if they could. But they did keep some records, actually. Check-Ins. And Check-Outs.
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Vax didn't sit with him. He leaned over the table, fingers curling into fists, all-over tense as wire cables. One of them should bloody get out there, to see if Vex had fallen and hit her head on a rock or got bit by a snake or if invaders had taken a dimension door in to snatch her or gods knew what else might've happened. His voice bristled with impatience and agitation and more than a fine edge of fear. "What are you even talking about?! It's not like they keep track of everyone's comings and goings-"
He stopped himself short, breath gone out of him like he'd been winded with a sucker punch. His eyes dropped to the goggles.
Vax had meant that the shades that attended them didn't report every move they made, and probably wouldn't even if they could. But they did keep some records, actually. Check-Ins. And Check-Outs.