#insorto

         How long has it been? Far too long he thinks. Looking at Matt now he sees he isn’t the only one that’s changed; ghosts hang heavy on them--a haunted look in their eyes. Sam isn’t much older than the the young man in front of him, but he aches for him. Matt and Takashi were supposed to be geniuses--men who went above and beyond the call of duty to create a better future for mankind. He’s the black sheep, the man that’s supposed to bear the brunt of his sins--but those two? They didn’t deserve even a fraction of everything they’d been through. He’d lived on the streets too long--always been rough around the edges--enough that he’d been happy to take the fall for so many people. Yet, this time, he’d just been another victim in the sick game the universe was playing. 

         It was rare, but he pulled Matt into a hug. It was one armed and awkward, but he felt alright with this much. Perhaps he’d been made for this sort of life--the kind of person that didn’t get upset by killing. The thought of Matt and Takashi going through it though--it ate at him. He wished he could drown the guilt destroying him from the inside out in some sort of drug--but nothing he’d been addicted too existed in space. The withdrawals had been killer and he still didn’t feel himself without them--but there wasn’t much he could do about it. No wonder his parents hated him; he’d never been able to properly deal with his emotions and it had manifested in such a negative way--maybe he was self destructive. 

            Well, he did want to end up someplace new so he’d gone about adding in random coordinates into his transportalizer but... He did not expect to end up in a place like this. Maybe he should have been a bit more selective so he wouldn’t end up in the middle of someones..? What was this place? A lab? Blinking owlishly at first, he figured he should probably do something more than just stand there and look like an extremely out of place centerpiece. It could be worse, he thinks. It really could be. He could’ve landed in the midst of a volcanic eruption but that was the fun of it, he guessed. The rabbit isn’t particularly mindful of his own well being most of the time anyways so it didn’t quite matter to him. Taking a closer look around though, he had to say it was rather impressive. 

His fingers perched at his lips, an old tic he had never gotten rid of, he wondered who was the owner of this place or rather; who was the one filling it? They had to be rather brilliant from the advancements of the tech he was looking at. His ears twitched a bit and he cocked a brow, deciding to peek around the nearest corner and check out some more. It was dangerous, snooping around some unknown person’s space, but he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun; he admittedly had a knack for getting himself into trouble obviously. When he settled his eyes on a person though, he couldn’t help the way his tail practically vibrated at the base of his spine for how elated he was to actually be able to figure out where he was and perhaps to have found the person responsible for the technology around them. 

          There’s a bitter truth to it--that anyone he befriends could be ripped away from him. It’s not a comforting thought, but then the truth has never been easy. It aches to know connections are so easily broken, but then when has he ever had a real connection? “Maybe it should have been me.” A dark thought to be sure, but as he leans forward onto his knees, he lets it slip into his mind once more. “I don’t believe Zarkon holds any love for me--but perhaps my death would have broken him and spared so much suffering.” No it’s likely not true, but at least in that scenario he matters--even if only a little. 

  “Yeah.”  There’s someone yelling at them over the coms.  Probably Iverson.  They did just steal a plane.  Shiro had dragged Matt out on the promise of a midnight flight which gradually turned into more of a four am flight given he’d crashed around eleven.  “Never said I thought things through.”  He’s cruising at the highest legal altitude, lights on only to ensure they weren’t going to collide with someone else doing an impromptu morning test run.  There’s a muscle in his leg threatening to ground them with the level of distraction.  “They did say someone needed to make sure the engine was fixed.  Engineer in the back seat, does it seem fixed to you?” 

     no, she was not going to share. it was a game- monsters and mana, was it?- and none of it really mattered but the rule of dibs still applied even if they were in space. in an effort to help clear out one of the last few galra contained sectors, all hands were needed but there was still a few days before they’d be in it’s galaxy alone so they had pulled out whatever boredom-defeating tactic they had which included the altean roleplaying game which sounded far too close to the one her and her sisters played back home.

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