[Books. Words, something to fill the days while they wait for the next mission to drop or for something else to happen. He doesn't like being idle, the waiting and the pause without an actual goal to work towards, made it too easy to slip in to his own head. To get stuck in memories and mistakes centuries old.
The Darkling doesn't like being second-guessed, not even by himself. Yet the days here, the longer nights, lend to an atmosphere of introspection.]
About space and travelling out here, if you have them. [He tries to follow the conversation, he is a smart man. Used to make split-second decisions on the battlefield while keeping his long-term goal in sight. He has travelled across the whole world, learned the languages now dead to the world and the ones still in use.
He knows the singing prayers of the Wandering Isles and he can think of ten different things that will impact the growth cycle of wheat. But Jim's explanation of the station is...]
In Ravka, we have music boxes. Beautifully crafted and for every generation, they grow more and more complex. The cogs and knobs and wires inside of them growing smaller and smaller. Until someone made a box that could draw. Little drawings, of birds in flight and a tree in the summer, the hand is sculpted to look like a child's. Every detail of it is perfection. The box is so complex, it cannot be duplicated by anyone.
Yet.
What you mean is, this station is complex, to the point where trying to figure out the problem before it happens, would be impossible.
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[Books. Words, something to fill the days while they wait for the next mission to drop or for something else to happen. He doesn't like being idle, the waiting and the pause without an actual goal to work towards, made it too easy to slip in to his own head. To get stuck in memories and mistakes centuries old.
The Darkling doesn't like being second-guessed, not even by himself. Yet the days here, the longer nights, lend to an atmosphere of introspection.]
About space and travelling out here, if you have them. [He tries to follow the conversation, he is a smart man. Used to make split-second decisions on the battlefield while keeping his long-term goal in sight. He has travelled across the whole world, learned the languages now dead to the world and the ones still in use.
He knows the singing prayers of the Wandering Isles and he can think of ten different things that will impact the growth cycle of wheat. But Jim's explanation of the station is...]
In Ravka, we have music boxes. Beautifully crafted and for every generation, they grow more and more complex. The cogs and knobs and wires inside of them growing smaller and smaller. Until someone made a box that could draw. Little drawings, of birds in flight and a tree in the summer, the hand is sculpted to look like a child's. Every detail of it is perfection. The box is so complex, it cannot be duplicated by anyone.
Yet.
What you mean is, this station is complex, to the point where trying to figure out the problem before it happens, would be impossible.