Stephen Hart (
gavehislife) wrote in
outer_divide2012-05-04 03:58 am
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As fun as this little hunting adventure has been, I need ammo.
Anyone who wants to barter for the things I picked up, send me a message. Set up a meet. Details in person are preferable.
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Still need those bones? Have a pack full. Been lugging them down the mountain for far too long and I'm looking to be rid of them.
Anyone who wants to barter for the things I picked up, send me a message. Set up a meet. Details in person are preferable.
[Private: Loki]
Still need those bones? Have a pack full. Been lugging them down the mountain for far too long and I'm looking to be rid of them.
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[Said from experience. He remember how everyone treated Cutter after he started going on about the past changing the future. This was different, but it really was not as different as it should have been.]
I get it. Really. But I can't turn off my past.
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Another short silence, then:] Not sure why I'm complaining. By now I should probably be used to people knowing more about me than they've got any right to. [A comment that may very well go right over his head, but if he knows her as well as he claims, he'll at least have a clue. Back in Citadel space, her life's more or less on display to the quintillions of individuals in the galaxy, let alone how much Miranda and Cerberus know about her.]
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What I was talking about-
It's not your past. That's what makes this so difficult. It's what we went through on that damn island. And you don't remember any of it. I thought maybe it would come back to you. But I guess it's not. Guess it really doesn't matter either way.
What does matter is we're here, and there are things to fight. It's just people this time, instead of beasts.
So far. Really doesn't seem that different.
Still doing what it takes to survive. To get through it. One fight at a time.
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I told you things, didn't I? If we were so 'close'. Things I don't spread around.
So now you've gotta understand that I have someone who ultimately might as well be a stranger walking around and just-... I don't know. Knowing too much.
[She's being petty and defensive, and she knows it. This is one of the few times, though, she's letting herself do it. Even if he doesn't quite understand what's going on in her head, she's explained the general point.]
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You trusted me enough to tell me things, once.
It's not really the same. But we could get together some time. I can tell you what I know. So that you know.
Tell you about myself too, if you want to hear it. If you even care to.
Or we could just try to get drunk.
There's an important question. Does this rock even have alcohol. Does it have enough alcohol?
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You will know it by the fire.
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