Post by Nathan Miller on Aug 2, 2018 16:18:12 GMT
 Miller Tag: jackson outfit: wonkru clothes words: -- notes: HOPE THIS IS OK!! Also, better layout coming soon! | To say that Miller's stomach was unsettled was an understatement. The very thought of what they were doing . . . but alas. What choice did they have? Starvation or . . . utilizing their resources. That was how they had to look at it. And he would not compromise his loyalty to Octavia by questioning her authority and refusing. Logically, it made no sense to refuse. They didn't come all this way just to whither away and die from lack of food. When the food was right there in front of him. But Miller knew that others were having a more difficult time coming to terms with this. He had tried to reassure Jackson, but he could see the look on his face. Which was why as soon as he was done his shift, he made his way to their now shared room, and upon entering, saw Jackson seated at the edge of the bed. The look on his face said it all. Miller disarmed himself, setting his weapons to the side before moving to sit next to Jackson at the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground. He knew that it was futile to ask Jackson if he was ok. He didn't look ok. "Hey," Miller said, reaching out to put a hand on Jackson's leg in comfort. "This is only temporary. We'll get out of here eventually." Miller had to believe that. They were surviving down here for a chance to live up there. |
