ALL THINGS DIE

“Hey, how’s bout you stop bein’ an asshole and pay attention. I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my fuckin’ beer in peace save your moronic mistake earlier.”

                         “Why don’t we just-- forget. About the whole cliff thing, and drink. Okay? We can be dicks to each other when we’re sober. Sound good?”

❝ Down here, we know the risks, we can calculate what’s going to happen. And it’s not like this is my first rodeo, it’ll be fine. ❞

                         “Yeah alright, fine. I’ll come along. But if I end up like that guy with his arm stuck in the rock you’re paying my medical bills.”

                ❝ – weren’t you the one that talked about going to space and exploring its vast, uncharted reaches? ❞ She questions, brow furrowed at his apparent distaste for something other than the mundane. ❝ How is that any different than what I’m asking of you, Issac? Aside from the fact that this is a hell of a lot less dangerous? ❞

                         “You really think space is that much more dangerous than wandering around canyons or whatever? Up there if you’ve got oxygen and a pressurized environment you’re pretty safe,” he rationalizes. Maybe it’s just that he likes the idea of space a lot more than anywhere he could venture on earth. “Down here there’s all sorts of things that could kill you.”

The throat is deep and the mouth is wide,  saw some   things   on the other side.   Made me promise to never tell, but you know     me,      I can’t help myself.         Now I’ve got something you have to see, they put       S O M E T H I N G       inside of me.      The smile is   red   and its eyes are   black,   I don’t think I’ll  be     coming back.     I don’t believe it,    I had to see it,    I came back haunted. I said goodbye but     I– I had to try.       I came back haunted.     Everywhere now, reminding me I’m     not      who I      used      to be. I’m afraid this has just begun,       consequences for what I’ve done. Yeah.

   She’s projecting problems elsewhere, but she doesn't care. It’s not her ship to maintain. Utavel relaxes somewhat in her spot as she watches the engineer for a few more moments, mulling over whether or not to go with him and watch him perform the repair. While she has a lazy streak, Utavel’s not one to pass up and opportunity to watch a practical science at work.       “I can take you to it, however. If you need guidance so badly, that is.” If he doesn’t need any help around the wing, she’d have to come up with another excuse for which to chaperone him. 

                         “If you could, yeah. The dumbass on the comms didn’t tell me what the problem was, let alone which part of the lab it’s in.” He rolls his shoulders underneath the bulk of his engineering gear. He’s not technically a maintenance worker, someone who fixes small-time problems like this, but then again he wouldn’t have been called if there was someone else available. Or so he’d like to think. In all reality it was probably because anyone who wasn’t qualified to build a goddamn spaceship had somehow managed to screw the job up, and so they’d decided to send in the big guns.