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[sizekink]

[ His bravery is commendable, Thace thinks. He cannot imagine the shock and heartbreak he must be feeling, the loneliness and hopelessness of it all; and yet still the Altean prince puts forth only his best.

He is strong.

Thace nods. ]

The Blade will be relieved to hear of your survival. It is far too risky to notify them while we are still in Galra space however. The Emperor will notice your disappearance soon, if he has not yet already. We must make our way to headquarters carefully.

You have been asleep some time, Prince. Perhaps you would like some time to rest.

[heraldsdawn]

[ His sadness would have to be put aside if not that he would have to channel it into a keen edge of righteous fury. His fists clench as he steps toward the cockpit of the ship, passed Thace. As for the matter of sleep, he looks back to Thace, his expression steeling over. ]

I've slept long enough while my people were being slaughtered. Now is the time to do something.

[ Turning back towards the cockpit- ]

Come. You'll need to navigate since...well...I have no idea where your people are.

[sizekink]

[ The journey to the Blade of Marmora base is a long one without aid from wormhole travel or hyperspeed. Such gratuitous bursts of energy are beyond the capabilities of their vessel, built for short-range travel and firefights. So until they encounter any friendly forces with access to faster travel...

They live together.

Thace takes great pains to avoid frequented Galra travel routes and give Sen safe passage. He tries to offer the Altean what little comfort he is able, aware that the one he transports is not a battle-hardened warrior or deep agent sworn to a cause such as his, but a Prince. A civilian of a long-gone civilization who is yet still trying to get his bearings.

It's been a long time since he had any company who truly knew who he was. someone he could talk openly about with the matters of the Galra Empire and Zarkon. It's....different. But pleasant. Sen is good company, and Thace finds himself grateful for it, enjoying it even,as they continue to spend time with one another.

He gets used to the Prince's unique scent pervading the ship. Gets used to sharing brief meals with the him and doing what he can to refresh his combat instincts when asked.

And then he starts to look forward to it, to waking every morning and seeing the prince's sleep-addled face, watching him yawn and stretch. It's...complicated, and he does his best not to pay it any mind, but the moments where he find himself wanting to indulge, to reach over and touch that hair or steady him with a hand purely for the contact of it all, are growing. ]

[heraldsdawn]

[ It seemed that the war was far away from him inside this ship. Not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. It was some kind of long far forgotten nightmare of childhood. Here inside this small little craft he only felt like himself and his companion Thace were just travelling to some far off place for no reason in particular.

The conversational meals together, the quiet time during flight, it didn't really feel like they were at war. Though the topic did come up frequently it was more like talking about far off history that happened to someone else. There are times though he feels that he isn't in a ship with a new friend....it was more intimate.

Every day felt like a dance to Sen. Catching the odd glance from Thace, giving a few of his own. Moments where they had been close enough that he wish Thace would just cradle a hand to his face so he could...well...he's not sure.

Thace's presence in all of this was a balm to a wounded heart that was continuing to mend from his lost civilization. But, still no move. Nothing a all passed between them and honestly? Sen was growing more and more frustrated. Perhaps the Galaran wasn't interested like that...hell should HE even be thinking of such things? Considering all the Galra did to the Alteans?

Complicated matters...but he needed to talk some time and their food supply running low was enough of a reason as any to do that.

Sen was looking at the navigational map, tapping away at the screen of light with a small frown surveying any of the small planets currently in the unpopulated system. Finally, the computer registered one that had life sustaining environment. Sen sighed, soon looking over to the larger Thace; ]

It's a good a place as any to find food if we're to continue to avoid the well travelled systems. May as well land, stretch our legs. Besides, I think some fresh air would do us some good.

[ All said with a casual stretch and a small yawn. ]