[ there's a long pause while robb considers his words. he asked riddick because he knew he would receive his opinion laid out bluntly. riddick had never dressed up his words in gilt and honey, nor did he especially care for robb's happiness. they were words robb needed to hear, perhaps.
he'd not call it council. riddick would perhaps not like to hear such a thing applied to him. ]
Is that what you do aboard this vessel? Make your last days worth it?
[That gets the amused tone back in Riddick's voice, but it's darker now. Heavier. Like he's stating a fact, but there's a tinge of something bitter to it.]
Gonna take a lot more than this vessel to kill me.
voice, locked;
he'd not call it council. riddick would perhaps not like to hear such a thing applied to him. ]
Is that what you do aboard this vessel? Make your last days worth it?
voice, locked;
Gonna take a lot more than this vessel to kill me.
voice, locked;
voice, locked;
voice, locked;
There is always worse, Riddick. But aye, perhaps you shall outlive us all.
voice, locked;
[He can agree with that, at least. But he still knows he'll survive whatever comes at him. There's no other choice.]
voice, locked;
Thank you for hearing me.