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     It’s not much, and it’s a striking change from what he’s used to. Luxury at its finest. He lived it up, he had the riches, and had decorated his living space as such. This was… It felt more empty than anything else. Though that was something Jonah himself could fix. With ease. He still had the funds to his name, he could easily pawn off what he didn’t really need, and if he desired it back, well… Some things just won’t ever change about him. 

     Surprise filters across his features at the final part of the statement from Drifter. A brow arches as Jonah turns to look right at him, studying him for a moment. Yeah, Drifter was serious about that. A snort passes Jonah and he shakes his head, arms coming to cross against his chest. 

     “ If I’m willing to stay here ? Are you actually serious right now ? Do you really think that for one second, I’m not going to stay with you ? Wherever the hell you are; that’s home. That’s always how it’s felt, and it seems not even being apart from you for as long as I was could change that damned sentiment. Tore myself apart about it for long enough. I think it’s time that stopped. ”

     He falls silent for a good moment, his attention turning back to the ship. New place. Yeah, going to take getting used to. But home ? No, he said it right. Drifter was home. Places can change, Jonah has no issue with new places to stay in. The one thing that is going to remain constant, that did remain constant even when they were broken up, was going back to wherever Drifter was. Gravitating home. 

     Though perhaps the sentiment is too heavy to lay out like that. Sure as hell feels like it.

     “ Although, this ship is a little… Empty, Drifter. ” Another glance, though this time simply Jonah casting it to the side momentarily, to direct attention to Drifter. “ If you’ll let me, I think I can make it a little… less so. Nothing you don’t approve of; but I don’t think this is exactly ideal as it is. I always was the one with the sense of home decor anyway. ”

      “ let’s be real ,  my love ;  we all will some day if we are just human .  the light just slows down the process . ”   and the only way the drifter will find some peace if he doesn’t get killed by a fellow lightbearer or something .  he idly leaned against the railing ,  flipping around his jade coin boredly .  there was nothing to do  —  especially with a specific titan casting him out to the annex for the entire day again .  he wouldn’t have minded if there was more productivity to be had today ,  though he has a hunch that the lack thereof is caused by the dredgen standing before him .

      just another day ,  after all .

     “ When you’re standing across from me ? ” There is a chill that rivals that of the Void’s fire in Mire’s tone as he crosses ground, stopping a few feet from Drifter, standing as tall as he ever did. He doesn’t need to show his face for the cold glare to be felt from him. 

     “ You do. ”

     Though Mire does not move, instead staring down the man before him. Once upon a time this was someone Mire smiled at. This was someone Mire had wanted to give everything to. Someone he killed for, protected. Someone that, for once, wasn’t property to him. Hope had been important; Mire had been ready to call Hope his everything - 

     And then Hope walked away, and now in that mans place stands Drifter. 

     It’s a name Mire has come to despise. But because the new name, the new person before him, still wears Hope’s face, Mire’s hand stays from what he truly wants to do. Parts of Mire scream out that he can fix this. That he can bring Hope back, that he can have the life he’d imagined. Somewhere deep down in there Hope is waiting for Mire to dig him out. It’s a view Mire knows, deep down, is wrong, but it’s the only justification he has for his inability to kill. 

      What would the others think if they could see him here ? See how he hesitates, how he still wants Hope ? 

      “ One day they will find you, much like I have. ” But it won’t be through me; I’ll keep them as far from you as I can. “ And they will put an end to you. You won’t stop them. Not like you have me. ” 

     He finally admits it ; though he doesn’t need to. Both of them know it all too well. 

     “ No one can keep them away from something they want. I’m the only one so far who has wanted you. If they turn their sights on you, it’s over. ” He still cares. Gods help him, he does. “ I keep trying, and you don’t seem to see that. ” Frustration seeps into his tone, anger starting to bleed into him. “ You don’t listen. ” Hissed out, Mire’s eyes narrow, and he’s quick to step forward, grabbing the other man by his damned duster, pulling him up off the ground. 

     “ Take my offer and you might fucking live. ” I don’t want to watch you die. “ Stop ignoring this. You’re not invincible. You’ll die if you continue as you are. You do look like the kind of man who dies; and if it has to be by my hand or theirs, it will be by mine. ” A moment is taken, Mire nearly seething, before he seems to forcibly calm himself down, his hands opening, depositing the Drifter back down to the ground. His head shakes, and he turns, no longer wanting to be there, to be dealing with it. Though as he walks away, before he fully manages to leave, he turns his head, to lock his helmets gaze to Drifter. 

     “ You always were, and always will be, mine and mine alone. ”

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