IC Inbox

[heyboss]

Video | Audio | Text | Spam

Comments

[cactusy]

I know it's not my fault. Even if it is because I've died a lot, being in danger a lot is a hazard of the job. But none of that changes the results.

[heyboss]

So what do you plan on doing now?

[cactusy]

Honestly? I'm wondering if I should try to plead my case to the Admiral.

[heyboss]

To what end?

[cactusy]

To ask it to keep me awake and not to kick me off the ship.

[heyboss]

Hm. What if he says that he can't do that?

[cactusy]

I don't know.

Keep doing what I have been doing, I guess. Patrolling. Trying to give my inmate focus and a purpose. Spending hours napping on Eiffel's ceiling.

[heyboss]

On...Eiffel's ceiling.

[cactusy]

You ever been in his cabin? The whole place is zero-gravity.

[heyboss]

Oh.

No, I can't say that I have.

[cactusy]

I'm in there... kind of a lot, actually. He never shuts up; it's like a non-stop stream of talk.

[heyboss]

Do you tune him out?

[cactusy]

I... kind of? I don't always listen to the words he's saying, but I like hearing him talk.

[heyboss]

Like having music playing while you work.

[cactusy]

Not exactly. It's more than that. He's... important.

[heyboss]

He is? Why?

[cactusy]

He's easy to be around. He's never expected me to be someone I'm not, or seemed disappointed by who I am.

[heyboss]

He seems like a good man.

Would you call him a friend?

[cactusy]

Yes.

[Unquestioningly, unhesitatingly, unequivocally.]

One of my best here. My favorite.

[heyboss]

How does it feel when you're around him?

[cactusy]

Still. Steady.

[heyboss]

I'm really glad for that. For you.