His own console seems to be working properly at least. He waits there with his arms crossed, his leg bouncing in anxiety. As the responses come through, that lead weight in his stomach rises to somewhere behind his ribs.
marsiva
Okay, so in theory, he doesn't have to go very far. That's a relief in itself though he doesn't know who is stuck here with him. Honestly? He'd take fucking Negan if it meant he didn't have to be back in this place completely alone. Loneliness can kill just as easily as an asshole with a knife.
looking for zhas, where are you
There's only one person he knows who would be looking for Zhas, and it makes his heart beat faster. Carl doesn't waste any time moving from the console toward where he thinks more of the ship is accessible. He'd never gone further than the welcome center before. He hadn't needed to even if the Atroma had given them passage. His strides are purposeful and he cups his hands around his face to project his voice down the empty halls.
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marsiva
Okay, so in theory, he doesn't have to go very far. That's a relief in itself though he doesn't know who is stuck here with him. Honestly? He'd take fucking Negan if it meant he didn't have to be back in this place completely alone. Loneliness can kill just as easily as an asshole with a knife.
looking for zhas, where are you
There's only one person he knows who would be looking for Zhas, and it makes his heart beat faster. Carl doesn't waste any time moving from the console toward where he thinks more of the ship is accessible. He'd never gone further than the welcome center before. He hadn't needed to even if the Atroma had given them passage. His strides are purposeful and he cups his hands around his face to project his voice down the empty halls.
"Hello!? COIL???!"