[ Nebula grunts, uncomfortable. Plucks at one of the chicken-like based dished and holds the bone in hand as she listens. It's not like she doesn't believe that it's a way home for all of them - in some form or another. Knowhere, the children, the Guardians they all stay at the forefront of her mind, her primary goal... But in the back, not being the destruction of other's homes take a precedence. ]
I know that.
[ She does. Cyrus says as much. Her voice is low and irritable, but not at that particular circumstance. Even if she thinks the whole thing is idiotic - it's this behavior, this wastefulness that eats at her more. ]
They can support quieter. Or find one of the idiots who like this sort of thing.
[ Set probably. ]
[ Before she chews down on another piece she adds: ]
Not us.
[ She doesn't think Hayame is much different from her in this regard - although age and species may differ it appeared they agreed on more than they didn't. It's refreshing in this place with people who felt too wishy-washy to handle most days. ]
no subject
I know that.
[ She does. Cyrus says as much. Her voice is low and irritable, but not at that particular circumstance. Even if she thinks the whole thing is idiotic - it's this behavior, this wastefulness that eats at her more. ]
They can support quieter. Or find one of the idiots who like this sort of thing.
[ Set probably. ]
[ Before she chews down on another piece she adds: ]
Not us.
[ She doesn't think Hayame is much different from her in this regard - although age and species may differ it appeared they agreed on more than they didn't. It's refreshing in this place with people who felt too wishy-washy to handle most days. ]