Owner	Pose
Sarah Connor	Not that she /expected/ to follow her to do what needed to be done with the terminator's body, still they did. Right on out to a little place she's used before a couple of times to burn the bodies of prior terminators. She refused to call the victims. They weren't that by a long shot. "You know, the more you are seen with me, the more this will happen, don't you?" Sarah says it as though they weren't already in that predicament. She poured the accelerent all over the body, soaking it, and the ground beneath it as well. "You may as well put some sticks on it, just in case someone is nosy." Fat chance. She chose this spot for being off the spot of tracks and trails.
Nick	Hearing the suggestion, Nick wanders around to collect some sticks. It's something to do as Sarah goes through her 'I told you so's and the continued blaming of them for their situation. According to her they were using them to get to her. But there was something about the diner situation that was bothering him. Acquiring the bundle of sticks he moves over to the chemically scented pile of formerly killer-robot. Smashed bits and all. "These Terminators. Are they constantly in contact to what sent them or are they sort of offline when they're going after people?"
Sarah Connor	"Depends." As he picks up sticks and moderate branches, Sarah makes certain that she didn't leave anything out. "Some are meant for other tasks. I did see one who was on standby at a warehouse. As soon as they are done with the task, they shut down until they are needed again." "But," she burned a stick, in preparation for tossing on the bonfire to ignite it. "Those were not assassins. I know we have 90 seconds before they are online." At most. "But I am not sure how much info can be seen by the minute between the terminator and in the future."
Nick	"So..." Nick surmises as he starts putting sticks upon the robotic corpse, "There's a chance they know what we did to make this one offline. " The musician frowns at this. "There is something bothering me about the diner thing." Just one thing? "You said they're targeting us to get to you. But wouldn't doing it in front of you kind of defeat that particular purpose?"
Sarah Connor	Sarah had to frown at that. "I don't know, to tell the truth. If that one was meant to be after you, and only you, it still could have ignored me. Especially if the whole point was to remind me that my friends were in danger." But he did have a point. And sooner, or later, she would have to confess about John being the /actual/ target of choice. "Back away." She threw the burning stick onto the corpse, and immediately it went into flames.
Nick	Nick gets up and backs away. The glimmer of flame casts a slight green and orange hue upon the musician's blue eyes. He's quiet for a few moments, studying the flames. "Although. In a twisted way, it's mildly assuring."
Sarah Connor	"Says you." The flames went from orange, to white, and finally blue, and stayed that way for a long time. "Listen Nick. Why it went after you is a mystery. It's not like a can asked them, why are you doing this instead of the usual? We're not buddies, and they're machines with set instructions within a range of variables." Sarah stared at the flames. "At one time we thought we had destroyed them all. I was going to be married. And they came after me, via my fiance. How they knew about him, I don't know. I only think to save him was to go." "Since then, I have gotten really good at telling real and fake apart, but it is better without having friends to put in danger. You do know the best way to stop you from telling me it's a fake? They kill you first."
Nick	Nick nods, still watching the change in the colors, the blue of he flame intensifying the ones of his eyes in the reflected light. "You know the worst way to stop me from telling you it's a fake? They try killing me in FRONT of you."
Sarah Connor	Sarah actually laughs. It's not a kind laugh, but either way it suffices. "Listen Nick. There might be a reason for them to be trying to kill you. But trust me when I say this, in the overall picture you aren't even close as their number one choice. Frankly, this.." She gestures at the burning body. "..was to remind me that I could have been their victim. And boohoo for my acquainces. They're just bodies to them." The question was was there an added reason for picking on Nick? That part she doesn't know.
Nick	Nick found out something early in life. And in times of high stress it very much plays out to be truth. Dark humor is better than no humor at all. Hearing the laugh he gives a bit of a smirk. The musician shrugs, "Either way, the general implication hints to another problem of mine no longer being a problem." He grows quiet, watching smoke come out of counts as the robot's skull. The effect giving the appearance of some dark soul just escaping from its prison. "I'll take whatever good news I can get out of it."
Sarah Connor	"I'm sorry," Sarah eventually whispers. "Whatever their reasons are, it likely won't be the last of it. With luck they wanted me to get the message. Otherwise, one way to know friends from foes is the date. They can't wrap their head around the date as a conversation opener. It's the best I can offer at this time." Slowly, slowly the body goes to ashes that can be blown away once it grows cold.
Nick	The apology gets a look from Nick. Sarah Connor. Apologizing? Are they sure there was only one terminator in the diner? The musician studies Sarah for a few moments before looking back to the bonfire. "With all of this time traveling stuff and attempts to change history, Doesn't this date change?"
Sarah Connor	Sarah shakes her head slowly. "As far as I know? No." Which is why the closer John gets to adulthood? The more they are wanting to take him out of the equation. And why Sarah has to keep him alive.. until. Once there? It won't be quite so hard. Sure, she will still be important, but /not/ that important.
Nick	Nick frowns. That's not very promising for stopping things from happening, "Alright...What's the date then?"
Sarah Connor	Sarah looks at him. And looks away again. "It's getting late. You don't have to stay with me until the last bit is incinerated. It's kind of boring to wait."