Re: quicklog: gwen/flash
Your dad was a jerk. [It was an understatement, spoken to the battleship board as she considered placement with the kind of attention that said she really wasn't giving the words any thought. But Flash's dad was a jerk; that was true.] My dad loved strategy games. [She smiled, attention still on the board.] I went home. Not home. Some alternate version of home for a few hours, right before we came here. He was there and we talked. It didn't even matter that he wasn't really my dad.
[Ships placed, she looked up at him.] Do you think they're going to keep us from leaving, or do you think they'll try to come with. A combination? Keep us from leaving while they come with?