Appetence

Archive Log: 67

"I feel very much like I am out of a loop; like, I don't belong. I mean, I know I don't, but...it is interesting to see how much has truly changed. I do feel very out of place though, Walter. Everything is so similar, yet so different and I...I don't know how to feel." Minerva said, staring out at the large window which showed nothing but space beyond. She felt herself slowly frowning, it was so similar. The Prometheus was smaller than the Covenant, but some characteristics were the same. From what she had spied so far, the main layout didn't hugely differ. There were more rooms here though, in comparison to the last ship she was on. Not that she didn't count the Engineer one as a ship. Just, that was different. Not humanly designed. Yes, it appeared similar in some ways, but it wasn't at the same time.

"I can't rightly tell you how to feel." Walter's calm tone suddenly came from beside her. He was standing with his arms behind his back. His hand was wrapped around his burned wrist, his eyes staring out at the black void too. Though his eyes weren't as enthralled as Minerva's were. She pouted lightly, maybe he found space boring? After all, they took emotions from him, maybe they took the ability to be interested in things? If that was true, it saddened her. With a quiet sniff, maybe she'd see if he could like things, have interests. She perked up though when she saw him look down at her. She raised her eyebrows whereas Walter still looked neutral, "Just know that you're not alone." He said, though there wasn't a huge emphasis put on any of the words, they still made her smile. It meant a lot to her, even if it was in the sense that he was the only other synthetic here. It was some common ground though, right?

"How do you think we're related?" Minerva blurted out all of a sudden, turning and leaning her back against the glass. She looked curiously up at Walter, he blinked slowly and looked around. The lights from outside the ship, and the nearby stars illuminated inwards at them. Him, mainly. Minerva tilted her head, she was waiting while admittedly just looking him over. There was a familiarity about Walter, but she was pinning that down to him and David having the same face, the same eyes. She did always love his eyes. But mulling over that made her stomach twist. She felt sad. Through all his faults, she did love him. It did honestly feel like a piece of her was missing, she wasn't being dramatic earlier.

Walter's blue eyes seemed brighter thanks to the light here. Yet he looked around before looking down at her. Minerva just smiled upwards at him, curious really to what he'd say. "What was David to you?"

"Not my brother." She said decisively. "I think my father would've preferred that; if I saw David as my brother, and not something else. But from the outset there seemed to be an unspoken thing, just a knowing I suppose."

"A knowing?" Walter asked, sounding confused.

"Knowing we weren't related. Knowing we wouldn't see each other as siblings." Minerva explained, a thoughtful frown on her face as she looked over the corridor behind Walter before looking up at him. "He...we...David said soulmates. Which is mad seems we don't have souls. But we were together. Just like any other human couple."

"Despite not being human."

Minerva's eyes narrowed, "Humanity is subjective. What does it really take to be human, Walter? A soul? No, a soul is a thing which people want to believe in, so that when they die, they can have peace knowing that not all of them disappears. Because that's what really gets to people, the knowing that there will be nothing left. So, what does it take to be human? Shared beliefs? I don't believe in a God, I don't believe in anything like that. So no. Shared outlooks? David was as destructive as any human in a war. Me? I did things I shouldn't have. In some ways...people, my father, made us in the image of humans; yet didn't realise how well he did it. Because face it, sometimes the most human things aren't human at all." Minerva said, flicking her eyes from his to the side when she looked sidelong out the window. "Maybe you're like a cousin?" She asked, getting back to her original question, her eyes skimmed back to his. "You'd have to be. You're half Yutani." Her nose scrunched up at that.