There's a danger to desperation. When you are reckless enough to claim that you would do anything to achieve a certain goal, you risk losing sight of the things that matter to you the most. Even, I think, the most worthy among us, have risked too much on the half chance of some slight victory, and often the returns we get are hollow, unimportant in the face of the things we dispose ourselves of in the process of arriving there.

I lost much as a young man. As an older one, I gambled what little I had left. I have chased my fair share of ghosts, both real and imaginary, and failed to notice that in my pursuit of a family I had lost, that I, perhaps, had failed to embrace the family I had found.

I fear that I will never be a particularly good father, if indeed I live long enough to become one. I have certainly failed, in no particular order, to be a good son, a good benefactor, and a good friend.

[ No questions. Just some things that people need to hear: apologies to some and reminders to others, worked into the same kind of thoughtful rambles that so many other passengers spill onto the network after a few months here. Bruce has to blend in, after all; how better than to make it seem as though he's come to some great epiphany. ]

[The device turns on, revealing a blonde man, looking incredibly bored. He looked beautiful in his boredom; it is half affectation, his hair carefully tossed, a little pout on his wide, generous mouth. It's clear that the man knows very much how he looks, and is almost arrogant in regards to it.

It would remind some of a spoiled child, having been told to sit in a corner.]

This place seems to have the chance to be exceedingly interesting...

[And a sigh is issued, now, and his eyes fall to look down at his hand, off screen,]

...or exceedingly boring.

I hope it isn't the latter. IF so, I'd just have to make my own fun, and, well...

[He raises his eyes to the screen, once more, and his mouth quickly quirks upward into a smirk, a hint of his unnaturally white teeth showing.]

...I always find that others tend to take exception to my sort of fun.

So tell me, my fellow shipmates. What do you do for fun, here?

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[The feed opens on a young man — very pretty, and eyeing the device in his hand with some poorly-hidden skepticism.]

Good evening. I— this is working?

[A puzzled frown, and a slight cock of his head. This entire thing still seems somewhat dubious. But after a moment, he continues on.]

... I have two questions. First, is it true that our absence is not noticed in our own worlds? I would appreciate assurance on this matter, if there is any to be given.

Second... I am aware that we cannot willingly return to our homes. However... I understand that people do leave, and furthermore that some have found themselves here a second time. If there are any who have, and who remember, I would speak to them.

[A polite nod of his head, and — another frown, as he fiddles with the device. Forgive him. He's new. Finally, it turns off.]