Date: 2018-06-29 08:37 pm (UTC)
mothmansplaining: (well he's six feet tall)
Ford waves a hand carelessly. "This room is fine," he says. As long as the door's shut and no one's going to overhear, he doesn't care where they talk.

Ford's felt very heavy very often lately, and the breath he lets out as he considers what to tell is not an exception. What does he say?

"I can't leave now," he says. "Everyone I've talked to has told me to ignore Bill and focus on my own graduation, but don't you see? As long as he's out there, in the hands of an Admiral who is running from his own incompetence, I can't go back! What am I supposed to do, pretend I don't know that he's still out there, ready to destroy another universe?"

He doesn't trust the Admiral. He and Bill have plans to get away and find another one. They would have done exactly that in the Bargeyard if the Admiral hadn't brought them back on board by force. Ford feels personally responsible for Bill, whether it ends in death or graduation. He is putting off his own revival until it does.
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