[Indeed that sure isn't a hard no, and indeed it does sit misaligned against the words Clarke had plied so imploringly to others on the beach only minutes prior. ...Still, Jade doesn't begrudge her this, takes in the answer with a slight nod of his head and little change in the neutrally pensive set of his expression now. The glance towards Natsuno and Mizuki doesn't go unnoticed, after all, and when one considers the overall situation over their heads with objective practicality in the end...well, defense of self and others may very well end up necessary. Whether or not that does play into the game--which is probably, in the end, entirely dependent on just how entertaining the captain finds it in turn...
Still. We don't always get what we want--]
No, I don't suppose we do. Or else we wouldn't all be stuck here dealing with this tenuous definition of a camping trip, now would we? [Entirely rhetorical sort of question, considering they both know the answer quite well. ...But Jade's actual answer holds no hesitation or apparent second thought, at least, as he responds in turn:] I'd quite prefer not to kill anyone either, even if it wouldn't be an unfamiliar thing. ...This isn't a war's battlefield, or combat with purpose of any sort; hardly a game I care to win. A departure by collar seems quite unpleasant all around, but... [Well. If there is lack of any other options, in the end--] Hm, I'd like to focus on confirming all possible routes first, at the very least. Or at least investigating the area. ...And getting this returned to Miss Mordio, first and foremost...
[Here, a slight and indicating sort of heft of the second duffel bag, where a proper look would indeed reveal Rita's name embroidered. In much the same sort of energy with which Clarke surveys her own planned charges...so, too, does Jade have his own. If only because Flynn and Yuri have already broken off, in some sort of argument, and goodness only knows how far Rita's strayed into the trees already--]
I'd take a guess that you're going to group up with some others as well, quite shortly. [Not an unwise choice. Even if they all know groups can't be sustainable forever--not by the rules of the game. Not unless they all resolve to wait it out until the collars strike, perhaps. But for the meantime...they probably both ought to get moving soon, and there's a slight pause that could be easily filled by one or both of them breaking off to their own paths accordingly. ...Yet...something seems to give Jade just a bit of pause anyhow, in the end. A thought that seems to occur to him, for a moment, visible in the slight and wry smile that tugs at his mouth as he regards Clarke a bit longer.] ...But you know. Before we do part ways, in this rather depressing sort of fashion. I don't think we ever did do any proper introductions, did we?
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Still. We don't always get what we want--]
No, I don't suppose we do. Or else we wouldn't all be stuck here dealing with this tenuous definition of a camping trip, now would we? [Entirely rhetorical sort of question, considering they both know the answer quite well. ...But Jade's actual answer holds no hesitation or apparent second thought, at least, as he responds in turn:] I'd quite prefer not to kill anyone either, even if it wouldn't be an unfamiliar thing. ...This isn't a war's battlefield, or combat with purpose of any sort; hardly a game I care to win. A departure by collar seems quite unpleasant all around, but... [Well. If there is lack of any other options, in the end--] Hm, I'd like to focus on confirming all possible routes first, at the very least. Or at least investigating the area. ...And getting this returned to Miss Mordio, first and foremost...
[Here, a slight and indicating sort of heft of the second duffel bag, where a proper look would indeed reveal Rita's name embroidered. In much the same sort of energy with which Clarke surveys her own planned charges...so, too, does Jade have his own. If only because Flynn and Yuri have already broken off, in some sort of argument, and goodness only knows how far Rita's strayed into the trees already--]
I'd take a guess that you're going to group up with some others as well, quite shortly. [Not an unwise choice. Even if they all know groups can't be sustainable forever--not by the rules of the game. Not unless they all resolve to wait it out until the collars strike, perhaps. But for the meantime...they probably both ought to get moving soon, and there's a slight pause that could be easily filled by one or both of them breaking off to their own paths accordingly. ...Yet...something seems to give Jade just a bit of pause anyhow, in the end. A thought that seems to occur to him, for a moment, visible in the slight and wry smile that tugs at his mouth as he regards Clarke a bit longer.] ...But you know. Before we do part ways, in this rather depressing sort of fashion. I don't think we ever did do any proper introductions, did we?