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[uncurse]

[ For all that Emma tries not to brood, she missed space Christmas and news of Pan's curse has her feeling particularly sentimental. Reflective, even. And the prospect of losing her memories, losing her loved ones, only serves to remind her that sooner or later, they're all trying, in some capacity, to lose the people they've grown to care about aboard the Tranquility. ]

A friend of mine pointed out a while back that not everyone has a home to go back to at this point. Or one worse than what's here, whether that means they're dead or just some other kind of screwed.

[ Strangely, with Dean back now, she has to wonder if he'd say the same again. That staying on the ship, even as it is now, is better than the alternative for some. Getting a read on him is tougher now. It feels like she's missing pieces. ]

What about you? What's your best case scenario for whenever we figure out what the hell's going on here? Do you go home, forget all about it? Backtrack to Arima and set up shop?

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[uncurse]

Yeah I guess it does.

[ Too bad Emma gets distracted moping about not having parents for 30 years. ]

[hedoniste]

( alternately: thank god, that way they can angst in private like normal people. sharing is caring? sharing is bullshit, if you ask ilde knox, which for some reason no one ever does. imagine that. )

Got lucky, I guess.

( in enough ways that she doesn't think it does anybody any good to feel sorry for herself, which is the kind of philosophy that's prevented her from seeking required mental help for over thirty years. )