Listen, now is not the time to call out any of Taako's security objects or other weird childhood hoarding and thieving habits, memory subject matter to the contrary. There's gotta be a statute of limitations less than a hundred years on that kind of business. Besides, it seems like maybe he's opened up a whole nother can of worms in their aunt's name, that maybe he needs to try and put a lid on.
"I mean, you weren't wrong," he says, and there's a coldness in it that isn't directed at her, still a little chilly towards a world that was more indifferent than anything else. Their aunt would have blew raspberries at the IPRE and had compassion for anyone and everyone on the world they wanted off of so badly, but understanding her values doesn't mean Taako has to share them a hundred percent.
"We did deserve more," he says fiercely, "And we did technically find it, I guess." That, he sounds less sure of, shrugging gently, not to shift her. "New one isn't so bad," he hazards, which is as close to wrestling with the idea of fate as he's going to get. Which is to say, not very. "Not this new one, I mean. Stank Island doesn't count."
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"I mean, you weren't wrong," he says, and there's a coldness in it that isn't directed at her, still a little chilly towards a world that was more indifferent than anything else. Their aunt would have blew raspberries at the IPRE and had compassion for anyone and everyone on the world they wanted off of so badly, but understanding her values doesn't mean Taako has to share them a hundred percent.
"We did deserve more," he says fiercely, "And we did technically find it, I guess." That, he sounds less sure of, shrugging gently, not to shift her. "New one isn't so bad," he hazards, which is as close to wrestling with the idea of fate as he's going to get. Which is to say, not very. "Not this new one, I mean. Stank Island doesn't count."