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Azazel had been no fool. The moment he had understood SHIT was going down, he had weaseled his way out of the line of fire. Had ended up face to face with Aloy ( because of course she would’ve had the same idea ). They had been on the brink of just stepping away from all the bullshit when those alarms had started wailing ( and both of them understood they NEEDED to get back on that ship because fuckin’ McCreary messed up even worse ).
And that was where they were at right now, sitting side by side like a bunch of refugees in the ship that was originally THEIRS ( in a sense ). Beaten, perhaps. But they had won, too. They were still alive. As ever. “ I miss candy. “ he finally spoke, staring up at the ceiling. “ That’s the FIRST thing I wanted when I would get back to fuckin’ earth, you know? “ he added, peering over at Aloy with a light grin touching at his lips. “ Some booze, some candy and a pack of smokes. Guess the jokes on us. “ he added with an inhale of breath, shaking his head once.
“ Ach... we still have our lives. “ he finally ended, arms resting to his knees. They did, yes. But where would they go from this point on? What were they? Prisoners again, orrr? “ Saw a bunch of’m going for the main... Think they’re deciding for the ‘human race’? “
