"If such a thing exists, we don't currently have it in our possession," is his immediate reply. Not impatient, just firm as Flint's eyeline scans back across the clear cut land to the great city lying below them.
It's a last look, shortened by the fact that they have done so at their leisure and there is little left to see. His hand comes away from its resting place at the dirk in his belt; the heels of heavy boot scrape softly in the loamy earth, early spring stalks of grass whisking about his calves. Flint rises with a great sway of the shoulders, sunlight dappling the nearly-black green of his coat into shades of yellow and rich brown.
Flint's answer isn't unexpected. That would be, of course, too easy; and wouldn't Fred Johnson have a good laugh, ask how Jim's hypothetical is any different from his holding onto a sample of the protomolecule.
(The difference is, of course, that it's the fucking protomolecule.)
"It was a deliberate question," he corrects, getting to his feet in turn. He looks back towards the encampment, mouth already pulling into another frown; there's no answers to be had there, very possibly nothing else to learn before they leave. "I hope you learned whatever it was you wanted to."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
It's a last look, shortened by the fact that they have done so at their leisure and there is little left to see. His hand comes away from its resting place at the dirk in his belt; the heels of heavy boot scrape softly in the loamy earth, early spring stalks of grass whisking about his calves. Flint rises with a great sway of the shoulders, sunlight dappling the nearly-black green of his coat into shades of yellow and rich brown.
"Forgive me. It was an unfair question."
slaps a bow on this
(The difference is, of course, that it's the fucking protomolecule.)
"It was a deliberate question," he corrects, getting to his feet in turn. He looks back towards the encampment, mouth already pulling into another frown; there's no answers to be had there, very possibly nothing else to learn before they leave. "I hope you learned whatever it was you wanted to."
Even as he says it, he sounds level, unoffended.