WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

sunday (41) survivors Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity. The chains have been broken. Go freely, heroes. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ He almost says something there, but he immediately decides against it for now. If it becomes an issue he could find a way to be of assistance then. }

So, we're in agreement.

{ He'll choose to lean against the wall now and he's struggling to find the words he wants to say, if only because he doesn't know how to place them. The bonds he's built here will always be different from the ones he's forged elsewhere. }

Even if we weren't, if you'd need any help with...that, I'd go through whatever hell I'd need to again. That's just how it is.

[erythristic]

[a few thoughts come to mind as he says that, all swiftly dismissed. not to talk about it ever and forget it ever occurred, that she would never put him through that again, that he should have left when the choice was there before him. it would be easier if he were less frank, sought to disguise his meaning in other words which she could pretend to interpret differently. but he is what he is, and so it is plain before them.

(I think as long as we steer clear of any alien queens, then going through hell won't be a necessity.)

it's the same sort of oddness she'd felt when he'd helped patch up her arm. gratitude that he was there, something like shame that it happened at all. everything's turned rightside in again, to hopefully stay there and become controlled. and yet...did it have to be controlled relying solely on her own strength? perhaps. perhaps not. time they might not have would tell.

so what comes out is so simple, and yet it says enough.]

...thank you.

[for the promise, and for everything else.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ It's probably when Arumat's less frank is when one should question what's going on. Yet, his attention is all focused on her, and once again there's an expression of gratitude ( many individuals here have spoken it to him yet most of the time he has a hard time grasping why ). In addition, he never usually knows what to do with them. His quickest inclination is to toss is aside, because he has no words to offer, yet somehow he's smiling. }

Hmph. As if I needed any thanks.

{ He sounds simultaneously insulted and yet actually thankful that she said that at the same time. }

As long as I was there to help someone important to me, then that's good enough. I also know you would've done the same if our positions were reversed, each time.

[erythristic]

Naturally. I wouldn't do any less for my friend.

[yes. friend. he more than deserves that. it was the only way to sum everything up, the only accurate word for him. if he had her back, she'd have his - after everything, after everything they'd seen and experience and knew, she's certain in that.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ If this had been in the very beginning, Arumat would've said some nonsense along the lines of indicating that he wouldn't have deserved or been worthy of such a thing in some ridiculous, flippant manner of his. Or even possibly that he didn't need any. But now with matters having changed, and perceptions to a certain extent as events wound down, it was something he could accept from people now ( after all, people do change ).

Easier than some things at any rate, and so for a moment he's probably as relaxed as he'll ever be. }

Good. At least something good has come out of our involvement in all of this.

{ ... }

That said, what do you plan to do when this all ends?

[erythristic]

...Not go back to where I came from. There's very little worth going back for.

[it's odd to say it aloud, to define it in black and white like that. but it can't be the only method of atonement. not if there are so many other worlds out there. there has to be another way, a way forward. some new cross to bear.]

Beyond that, I don't know. Maybe Dr. Lin will be generous and allow me to stay onboard, provided I make myself useful and assist her with what she desires and continue trying to mend my ignorance of this age's technology.