[ it's meant as an offhand question, just a casual slip of the conversation while trying to inspect the mystery he's somehow gotten himself into. but potential ghosts or castle pranks, or whatever this is all meant to be, is nothing compared to what might be going on in clara's mind, especially when he feels her loosen the clutch of her limbs around him, sliding off his back.
he turns to look at her, knowing what the question carries for her, how it's all much more complicated than just a theoretical fantasy.
of course, it's something for him to think about too, carrying its on appeal. unlike clara, kovacs is still very much alive in his world — but he's felt dead for over two centuries, even while he'd been put under ice in that prison. quell is gone and there's no future with kristin, not when ryker exists.
escaping all these worlds away for a new one with clara? it's all a dream, but not an unpleasant one. ]
If you wanted to — [ he reaches carefully for her hand with his fingers, wrapping around hers gently, stroking the tips lightly, his eyes watching them. ] I would.
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he turns to look at her, knowing what the question carries for her, how it's all much more complicated than just a theoretical fantasy.
of course, it's something for him to think about too, carrying its on appeal. unlike clara, kovacs is still very much alive in his world — but he's felt dead for over two centuries, even while he'd been put under ice in that prison. quell is gone and there's no future with kristin, not when ryker exists.
escaping all these worlds away for a new one with clara? it's all a dream, but not an unpleasant one. ]
If you wanted to — [ he reaches carefully for her hand with his fingers, wrapping around hers gently, stroking the tips lightly, his eyes watching them. ] I would.
[ he can't. but he would. ]