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[sweetmotherofgod]

[The feed clicks on and there's a beat or two of Heather just sitting cross-legged on her bed before she starts to speak. The pause isn't nearly as dramatic as some others this jump, though; more like she's decided she needs to say something without quite deciding what it is she wants to say. Sure, by now there must be more people on board who never knew Hotspur than people who did, but he should be more than a cautionary tale about what happens if you don't get into a grav couch in time. He died trying to help everyone out of this mess, and that should be remembered.

When she does speak it's calm enough, although in a way that people who know her well will probably realize takes a little effort.]

Are we going to talk about what we heard before the jump? I know there's a lot to take in right now, but... something takes that much effort to say and it gets said anyway? We ought to be listening.

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[romanticism]

Nothing to talk about. [ He sounds tired. ] Nothing but warnings that still would have been too late from the day any of us turned up here.

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[sweetmotherofgod]

And yet here you are. Which makes me think maybe you think there's a little more to it than that, too.

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[romanticism]

I don't. [ Half a lie, but his tone isn't argumentative. ] As far as I'm concerned, all these is to it is that we're on a ship that - as we well know - likes to play around with us. That's it.

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[sweetmotherofgod]

So it heard the message and sucked the middle out of it to tuck away and scare the shit out of us a year later? Gotta admire the forward thinking there. I don't even know what I'm gonna have for dinner.