"Onrunner?" Erskine grinned. "I remember the name. Don't think we were ever introduced, though. Tell her we still appreciate everything support ever did for us. A lot more of us would have died if it wasn't for people like her."
He nearly asked for her number, but decided that might not quite be appropriate. Still, it was nice to be thought of as a hero by someone who actually knew what many of the Dead Men had been forced to do during the war. Erskine didn't know if he'd have made it through without the support of his brothers-in-arms; not just the war itself, but some of the backlash that occurred after the war was over. He missed Larrikin and Hopeless so much that it was a physical ache sometimes.
If Doe didn't want to be extraordinary, or get thrust into extraordinary circumstances, he'd picked the wrong day to show up to work. Not that Erskine was going to give him a choice now - they needed the second driver, for one thing. And Doe certainly didn't seem opposed to anything going on during the drive to the outskirts of Dublin, which was spent partly in silence and partly in conversation initiated by Erskine's eager questions. Erskine briefly wondered if he was allowed to hire a personal assistant.
"They didn't really bother being inconspicuous, did they?" he asked as their car pulled up onto a grassy knoll beside a giant glass building that definitely wouldn't have been there before. It was far enough out of the way that Erskine wasn't too worried, but still. What if Doe overheard something? He wouldn't put it past Rafe to have stopped caring who, in this universe, got let in on the secret.
"Oh, one last question." Erskine had gotten out of the car by then, but he turned to lean on the hood as he spoke. "What are your feelings about God?"
It would be useful to know. For once, Erskine was determined to make sure Doe stayed ignorant, just like Doe himself would have wanted had he known the truth.
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He nearly asked for her number, but decided that might not quite be appropriate. Still, it was nice to be thought of as a hero by someone who actually knew what many of the Dead Men had been forced to do during the war. Erskine didn't know if he'd have made it through without the support of his brothers-in-arms; not just the war itself, but some of the backlash that occurred after the war was over. He missed Larrikin and Hopeless so much that it was a physical ache sometimes.
If Doe didn't want to be extraordinary, or get thrust into extraordinary circumstances, he'd picked the wrong day to show up to work. Not that Erskine was going to give him a choice now - they needed the second driver, for one thing. And Doe certainly didn't seem opposed to anything going on during the drive to the outskirts of Dublin, which was spent partly in silence and partly in conversation initiated by Erskine's eager questions. Erskine briefly wondered if he was allowed to hire a personal assistant.
"They didn't really bother being inconspicuous, did they?" he asked as their car pulled up onto a grassy knoll beside a giant glass building that definitely wouldn't have been there before. It was far enough out of the way that Erskine wasn't too worried, but still. What if Doe overheard something? He wouldn't put it past Rafe to have stopped caring who, in this universe, got let in on the secret.
"Oh, one last question." Erskine had gotten out of the car by then, but he turned to lean on the hood as he spoke. "What are your feelings about God?"
It would be useful to know. For once, Erskine was determined to make sure Doe stayed ignorant, just like Doe himself would have wanted had he known the truth.