Julian gets a quiet hm in response, more thoughtful than judgmental. The device knitting his bones back together brings a welcome sense of ease, and he's able to draw deeper, more even breaths the longer it continues.
It's... odd, now. The lull of the Sickbay, the faint threads of conversation and the quiet, ever-present hum of a starship is almost soothing against his careworn nerves. But fury had kept his grief at bay - without it, he can feel the loss, as deep as his bones.
He's lost friends before. Family. But he's never been alone, not even when Marcus had held his crew hostage for his obedience. They had still been alive. Now he has nothing, and this new Enterprise has nothing to offer him.
Eventually, he realizes the silent has drawn on too long. ""I'll need a PADD, then," he says. He needs to do something, even if it's just research.
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It's... odd, now. The lull of the Sickbay, the faint threads of conversation and the quiet, ever-present hum of a starship is almost soothing against his careworn nerves. But fury had kept his grief at bay - without it, he can feel the loss, as deep as his bones.
He's lost friends before. Family. But he's never been alone, not even when Marcus had held his crew hostage for his obedience. They had still been alive. Now he has nothing, and this new Enterprise has nothing to offer him.
Eventually, he realizes the silent has drawn on too long. ""I'll need a PADD, then," he says. He needs to do something, even if it's just research.