[ Half true. It would simplify things if they fought. It would go along predictable lines - right up until it didn't and then they'd be back here. Staring at each other in the predawn hours like crazy people wondering where the fuck they went wrong.
Ephemera tips his head to the side. The calm feeling doesn't waver. He wonders if this is what Hunter felt like during the war, the eye of the goddamn storm when everything around them was falling to pieces. The captain was always calm, right up until the very end when he lost his goddamn mind. That's irony for you. ]
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[ Half true. It would simplify things if they fought. It would go along predictable lines - right up until it didn't and then they'd be back here. Staring at each other in the predawn hours like crazy people wondering where the fuck they went wrong.
Ephemera tips his head to the side. The calm feeling doesn't waver. He wonders if this is what Hunter felt like during the war, the eye of the goddamn storm when everything around them was falling to pieces. The captain was always calm, right up until the very end when he lost his goddamn mind. That's irony for you. ]
And I'm not moving.
[ He was here first. ]