"Ruins. Rubble. ... Death." He pauses, and a quick, wry grin appears on his face. "Sorry, that was needlessly dramatic."
But then again, not inaccurate. As Tom walks he raises his hand to touch one of the shelves but then draws it back as if he was afraid it might crumble and disappear under his touch.
Maybe if he tells them. Maybe if he can make them understand they'll send him back.
"... Our world has been invaded by alien forces and we've been hit hard. Our cities and governments have fallen. Our military, our power grids and basic infrastructure has been incapacitated. We're resisting against our oppressors but... there's few of us left." Still it doesn't sound like he's willing to give up. "We can't drive them out so we're trying to make the invasion too costly in the long run."
He looks around, his harsh features softening. "... I never thought I'd see so many books again."
no subject
But then again, not inaccurate. As Tom walks he raises his hand to touch one of the shelves but then draws it back as if he was afraid it might crumble and disappear under his touch.
Maybe if he tells them. Maybe if he can make them understand they'll send him back.
"... Our world has been invaded by alien forces and we've been hit hard. Our cities and governments have fallen. Our military, our power grids and basic infrastructure has been incapacitated. We're resisting against our oppressors but... there's few of us left." Still it doesn't sound like he's willing to give up. "We can't drive them out so we're trying to make the invasion too costly in the long run."
He looks around, his harsh features softening. "... I never thought I'd see so many books again."