[ It's said in a drawl, that self-same banter they used to throw at each other years ago before everything went to shit. And it was a choice, Ephemera knows, it had to be a goddamn choice, but Felix still left. And his name wasn't Felix then but it is now and that's just one of the many sea changes they've had to field. Their little reunion's gone remarkably well, considering.
He doesn't talk about the others much. He hasn't said where they're buried, or what was done to their armor. He hasn't said the captain lost his mind before the end - another name change, another debt that Ephemera's shouldered because he wasn't fucking there. No point in saying any of that. What would it matter?
He hums instead, his remaining eyebrow raised. ]
Maybe. Unlike you, my trashy drunk persona is productive.
[ Half-truth. He used to be a happy drunk. Friends with everyone. Now he's just twitchy and sharp until he's unconscious. ]
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[ It's said in a drawl, that self-same banter they used to throw at each other years ago before everything went to shit. And it was a choice, Ephemera knows, it had to be a goddamn choice, but Felix still left. And his name wasn't Felix then but it is now and that's just one of the many sea changes they've had to field. Their little reunion's gone remarkably well, considering.
He doesn't talk about the others much. He hasn't said where they're buried, or what was done to their armor. He hasn't said the captain lost his mind before the end - another name change, another debt that Ephemera's shouldered because he wasn't fucking there. No point in saying any of that. What would it matter?
He hums instead, his remaining eyebrow raised. ]
Maybe. Unlike you, my trashy drunk persona is productive.
[ Half-truth. He used to be a happy drunk. Friends with everyone. Now he's just twitchy and sharp until he's unconscious. ]