"I've never flown anywhere before," Kyle admits, brightening at the prospect. "Skynet controls the skies in my time. The trains, too. The trains of today should be a lot different, though." He leaves out that the 'trains' of 2029 were really more like cattle cars, jammed full of people Skynet captured and used as slave labor, him briefly being one of them. He expects the memory to throw its familiar cloud over him, but sitting next to Sean like this it's easier to push it aside.
Really, if he hadn't met Sean Kyle doesn't know where he'd be right now. Still sleeping out of that alley at the very least, and with no more idea of how to salvage his mission than he'd had the day he met him. It's funny almost, he's pretty sure Sean was only humoring him at first when he talked about changing the future, but now the guy's a believer. Or if not a believer in that, a believer in him at least. It's been a weight off his shoulders, finally having someone he can trust and who trusts him. Two people can always get more done than just one.
"If it wasn't for Skynet, we'd still be fighting each other. That's what my dad used to say." He'd believed it, but it wasn't until he traveled back here that he really understood what it meant, and even then he's pretty sure the worst of it is still to come. He's caught glimpses of it, hard looks people in shops give Sean when they hear his accent, one man muttering something about bog-trotters under his breath and Sean either not hearing him or pretending not to hear him. That made him angry, angry enough to start marching back towards the man, fists balled, until Sean put a hand on his shoulder and told him not here. Kyle's kept an eye out for that man, and has seriously considered waylaying him, but even if he did there would be others, he knows now. "I'll buy one with my share of the next pay, a cheap one. There's a lot we don't have in 2029, but we still have notebooks."
It's not exactly a vetted plan of action they've got so far, but it's a start. It's enough to move forward on, and Kyle's not even sure a more detailed sort of plan is possible when they're looking at a mission spanning years or even decades. It's a little overwhelming, because he long ago got used to thinking of life almost purely in terms of the present. Death was a constant companion all around him, one that could take him at any time, and that he's lived even this long is a miracle. But now he's looking at a mission that requires him to preserve his own life, and for as long as he is humanly capable of living at that.
".. Exploring?" Kyle's not opposed to the idea, not even remotely, but it does come out of nowhere. He glances at Sean, silently asking him to elaborate. As usual, he doesn't disappoint. "If we have the money for it, it doesn't sound like a bad idea. Tar pits were useful when we could find them, you could lure an HK out over one and light it up with a single thermite charge. Is there something about the La Brea tar pits that makes them more special than other tar pits?"
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Really, if he hadn't met Sean Kyle doesn't know where he'd be right now. Still sleeping out of that alley at the very least, and with no more idea of how to salvage his mission than he'd had the day he met him. It's funny almost, he's pretty sure Sean was only humoring him at first when he talked about changing the future, but now the guy's a believer. Or if not a believer in that, a believer in him at least. It's been a weight off his shoulders, finally having someone he can trust and who trusts him. Two people can always get more done than just one.
"If it wasn't for Skynet, we'd still be fighting each other. That's what my dad used to say." He'd believed it, but it wasn't until he traveled back here that he really understood what it meant, and even then he's pretty sure the worst of it is still to come. He's caught glimpses of it, hard looks people in shops give Sean when they hear his accent, one man muttering something about bog-trotters under his breath and Sean either not hearing him or pretending not to hear him. That made him angry, angry enough to start marching back towards the man, fists balled, until Sean put a hand on his shoulder and told him not here. Kyle's kept an eye out for that man, and has seriously considered waylaying him, but even if he did there would be others, he knows now. "I'll buy one with my share of the next pay, a cheap one. There's a lot we don't have in 2029, but we still have notebooks."
It's not exactly a vetted plan of action they've got so far, but it's a start. It's enough to move forward on, and Kyle's not even sure a more detailed sort of plan is possible when they're looking at a mission spanning years or even decades. It's a little overwhelming, because he long ago got used to thinking of life almost purely in terms of the present. Death was a constant companion all around him, one that could take him at any time, and that he's lived even this long is a miracle. But now he's looking at a mission that requires him to preserve his own life, and for as long as he is humanly capable of living at that.
".. Exploring?" Kyle's not opposed to the idea, not even remotely, but it does come out of nowhere. He glances at Sean, silently asking him to elaborate. As usual, he doesn't disappoint. "If we have the money for it, it doesn't sound like a bad idea. Tar pits were useful when we could find them, you could lure an HK out over one and light it up with a single thermite charge. Is there something about the La Brea tar pits that makes them more special than other tar pits?"