Ironically, now that Yondu's invited his advice, Devero finds himself at a loss for words...so he says as much.
"Sometimes I don't know what to say to you, or-- or to Koumyou, or-- a lot of other folks on the train," he admits. "You've lived through hells I can't even imagine. Who do I think I am, to tell you how to-- how to feel about it now, or how to recover, or--"
He gestures helplessly. "What do I know?" he asks. The question's rhetorical, though, because he answers himself almost immediately: "I do know one thing, though, and it's how long this here will last? Doesn't have to matter.
"There's no way we can know whether our tethering to the train is stable or not. No way to control who long we stay or when we leave. So why not make the most of this opportunity while we have it?"
He lets his hands fall between his knees and lets his thigh on that side press against Yondu's arm. "I could-- I could walk unresponsive out those doors at the next stop," he says. His throat wants to close on the unpalatable horror of that possibility; he forces himself to talk through it. "I could end up back at Val-- Valdana's side in less than two weeks--"
Nope. He chokes to a stop there, gripping his hands together tight as if that will help keep the fear risen in him at bay. "Do you know what she's going to do to me when she finds out about this? About Koumyou?"
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"Sometimes I don't know what to say to you, or-- or to Koumyou, or-- a lot of other folks on the train," he admits. "You've lived through hells I can't even imagine. Who do I think I am, to tell you how to-- how to feel about it now, or how to recover, or--"
He gestures helplessly. "What do I know?" he asks. The question's rhetorical, though, because he answers himself almost immediately: "I do know one thing, though, and it's how long this here will last? Doesn't have to matter.
"There's no way we can know whether our tethering to the train is stable or not. No way to control who long we stay or when we leave. So why not make the most of this opportunity while we have it?"
He lets his hands fall between his knees and lets his thigh on that side press against Yondu's arm. "I could-- I could walk unresponsive out those doors at the next stop," he says. His throat wants to close on the unpalatable horror of that possibility; he forces himself to talk through it. "I could end up back at Val-- Valdana's side in less than two weeks--"
Nope. He chokes to a stop there, gripping his hands together tight as if that will help keep the fear risen in him at bay. "Do you know what she's going to do to me when she finds out about this? About Koumyou?"