[Night passes both far too quickly and not quickly enough all at once. While the cockpit of his ship is still miles better than the wet Venusian ground, it merely serves a reminder of this wasn't how things were supposed to be. Or at least, he'd thought that. Now, with crushing reality of James' reception, and the realization of what actual atrocities he'd committed on the other, there seems to be no clear path to sorting out the mess he'd created.
Sleep comes only in fitful bursts, and by the end of the night he's more weary than when it began.
The Host isn't set to move out again for a while, thankfully, but it leaves him aimless and homeless. Sure, staying on board was certainly an option, but it would only serve as a temporary solution, as well as a reminder of the simple fact that he wasn't wanted around. Patrol, maybe then. Not something he enjoyed embarking on by himself, but at least it would give his mind something else to focus on. Or maybe a day or two down in the last city; rent a cheap room somewhere, just something with a half-functioning shower and somewhere to pass out when needed.
The options are unsavory at best, and he can't properly think through any of them. First thing first though, he needs to resupply himself. A month on Venus has all but decimated his synthesis stash, and of course there's a matter of field rations, and even checking in with Lakshmi-2. Busy work. Things to keep him from thinking too hard.
He's handing over glimmer to the gunsmith when there's movement out of the corner of his eye. Ghost. Not Tarlowe, not the right colouring. No one else is around-
He narrows his eyes slightly, but not in suspicion or anger, simply in confusion, because he recognizes the shell. He'd made a point to stay as far away from the vanguard quarters as possible, just to prevent causing any more duress, so why was the hunter's ghost out and about? Did that mean James was around?
There's another twist in his chest at that thought, and as much as he wants to stay and see, he makes the decision to quickly finish paying and start heading down to the hangar. No need to make things worse than they already were.]
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Date: 2015-10-13 01:36 am (UTC)From:Sleep comes only in fitful bursts, and by the end of the night he's more weary than when it began.
The Host isn't set to move out again for a while, thankfully, but it leaves him aimless and homeless. Sure, staying on board was certainly an option, but it would only serve as a temporary solution, as well as a reminder of the simple fact that he wasn't wanted around. Patrol, maybe then. Not something he enjoyed embarking on by himself, but at least it would give his mind something else to focus on. Or maybe a day or two down in the last city; rent a cheap room somewhere, just something with a half-functioning shower and somewhere to pass out when needed.
The options are unsavory at best, and he can't properly think through any of them. First thing first though, he needs to resupply himself. A month on Venus has all but decimated his synthesis stash, and of course there's a matter of field rations, and even checking in with Lakshmi-2. Busy work. Things to keep him from thinking too hard.
He's handing over glimmer to the gunsmith when there's movement out of the corner of his eye. Ghost. Not Tarlowe, not the right colouring. No one else is around-
He narrows his eyes slightly, but not in suspicion or anger, simply in confusion, because he recognizes the shell. He'd made a point to stay as far away from the vanguard quarters as possible, just to prevent causing any more duress, so why was the hunter's ghost out and about? Did that mean James was around?
There's another twist in his chest at that thought, and as much as he wants to stay and see, he makes the decision to quickly finish paying and start heading down to the hangar. No need to make things worse than they already were.]