another tragic love story, who needs that?
✰ ❝ aw , doc , you're always sho - right . ❞ you're holed up in the lady’s minuscule office , right next to the ship's makeshift morgue and half an ile from the plant - room . luida's fixing your jacket upstairs , and little brad is nearly thirteen and failing at pretending like he isn't painfully jealous of you for reasons he doesn't yet understand. you don't mind avoiding him , for once : you love all parts of this ship , even if it sparks awfully at your nerves when shoko digs sand & grit from the ports in your prosthetic arm . the gentle thrum of your sisters under your skin makes this one of your favorite places , even though your legs alone nearly span half the room.
you don't even blame miss ieri for spending most of her time out on the balcony instead of ' doing her job ' (quoted) , because even the two suns must be a welcome sight if one spends a long enough time in a metal cage like this. rem was like that too , you think , insistent on turning her face to any light , even if artificial. you're so grateful to have her flesh & blood with you , still recognizable , still young from cold sleep . she's sharper than her sister ⸺like knives is sharper than you⸺ but she listens patiently as you REGALE her about lost lovers , even laughs when you play up stories of sheriffs and heiresses; about how this was the one , i swear it, if you just ignore the last thirty people i said that about . it’s gratifying to be heard , even if you only play it up to wring an exasperated smile out of her . you're not really one for romance; especially when the lifespans on this planet are the way they are. ❝ but you should'a seen her! she was such a looker, you can't blame a man. she had these huge brown eyes, and her hair was longer than my coat ! ❞ something else about her was huge , too , but you'd never say that in front of a respectable woman.