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Ethos stopped mid ramble. He’d been going on about one language’s original culture or another, when he’d just barely heard the usually silent fighter speak. He thought he heard wrong at first, but he was a linguist, he understood every word that came out of someone’s mouth, especially in English.
He looked at Deimos as his whole face became akin to the tomato soup that was being served in the mess hall today. Red up to his ears, Ethos tried to speak.
“Y-Yours? W-what do you m-mean?”
‘ i thought i was obviously enough. i wish you were my navigator. ’
that counts as MINE right? though, another sense would do just as well. phobos was okay. deimos could deal with him, he could walk on the lines of his leash but-
‘ you’re not stupid. ’
