This is usually when I wake up, is all I'm saying.
[ in that infinite empty of After the project but Before Locus. Days filled with relatively easy and occasionally challenging jobs that aren't terribly fulfilling, the odd night in a bar and motel to sate skin hunger, pinging from port to port, colony to colony to keep his head down.
He learned his lesson about shit going too well, things being too easy, too good. He got cocky and lost the eye. Adjusted. Got Delta-
And lost everything.
Survivor that he is, if this is real, he could probably take one more loss like that and still keep going- but people? A partner? It wouldn't happen. Not if this goes wrong. ]
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[ in that infinite empty of After the project but Before Locus. Days filled with relatively easy and occasionally challenging jobs that aren't terribly fulfilling, the odd night in a bar and motel to sate skin hunger, pinging from port to port, colony to colony to keep his head down.
He learned his lesson about shit going too well, things being too easy, too good. He got cocky and lost the eye. Adjusted. Got Delta-
And lost everything.
Survivor that he is, if this is real, he could probably take one more loss like that and still keep going- but people? A partner? It wouldn't happen. Not if this goes wrong. ]
If you're sure? I'm sure.