[ It's telling, perhaps, that that's where he draws the line. And melancholy, too. How many days here has Byerly spent loathing himself for never keeping in touch with Nadine? The specter of disrepute seems so petty here, with her in cryo-stasis, with all the wagging tongues of the vicious rumormongers of his home world stilled for good. Twenty years of silence, when now he wants nothing more than to see her and talk to her and hear her laugh. Thirty years of protection come to nothing at all, thirty years of sacrifices to keep her safe only to end with her vulnerable and alone and imprisoned. He was a fucking idiot.
It is a strange thing, though, that Richie is so free with his questions. What does he care? Why does he care? Does he see some use in this information? Or is he trying to be friendly? The latter option seems...odd, to put it lightly. ]
Maybe I'll answer if you start making this a more equal exchange, my dear. At the moment, I feel quite taken advantage of.
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[ It's telling, perhaps, that that's where he draws the line. And melancholy, too. How many days here has Byerly spent loathing himself for never keeping in touch with Nadine? The specter of disrepute seems so petty here, with her in cryo-stasis, with all the wagging tongues of the vicious rumormongers of his home world stilled for good. Twenty years of silence, when now he wants nothing more than to see her and talk to her and hear her laugh. Thirty years of protection come to nothing at all, thirty years of sacrifices to keep her safe only to end with her vulnerable and alone and imprisoned. He was a fucking idiot.
It is a strange thing, though, that Richie is so free with his questions. What does he care? Why does he care? Does he see some use in this information? Or is he trying to be friendly? The latter option seems...odd, to put it lightly. ]
Maybe I'll answer if you start making this a more equal exchange, my dear. At the moment, I feel quite taken advantage of.