Dr. Elizabeth Weir. I'm not certain it helps either, but I appreciate the thought, Tieria.
[ Elizabeth drums the fingers of one hand against her other arm. Shifts on her feet. It strikes her as maybe a bit odd, how candid she's willing to be about this subject with a relative stranger. Easy to chalk up to shared experiences, she's willing to think. After all, plenty of people here can understand wanting to get back. ]
They seemed... very sincere about the lack of control they have over who gets drawn here. You know, I almost hate to admit that. [ When it comes to Atlantis, she can be impatient about getting back, she knows. Being away from it-- the city, her team, any of it-- feels wrong. Unsettling. Like being adrift. She hates that feeling.
There are too many things to worry about from another galaxy entirely. ] At least if they were lying, it might mean finding an easier way out.
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[ Elizabeth drums the fingers of one hand against her other arm. Shifts on her feet. It strikes her as maybe a bit odd, how candid she's willing to be about this subject with a relative stranger. Easy to chalk up to shared experiences, she's willing to think. After all, plenty of people here can understand wanting to get back. ]
They seemed... very sincere about the lack of control they have over who gets drawn here. You know, I almost hate to admit that. [ When it comes to Atlantis, she can be impatient about getting back, she knows. Being away from it-- the city, her team, any of it-- feels wrong. Unsettling. Like being adrift. She hates that feeling.
There are too many things to worry about from another galaxy entirely. ] At least if they were lying, it might mean finding an easier way out.