"Nothing lasts. Entropy always wins. Selling off my humanity bought me maybe another twenty years on the outside and that's if I don't die violently. I don't value endurance as a trait very much. Legacy...legacy I do." Erin takes out a cigar, cuts the tip, and seems to realize something. Wordlessly she offers it to her conversation partner; you want one?
"I don't think it's this place that got you, miss. I think you were like this before you ever became a nickel, and you broke before you ever bent. Now you're back, a second chance never offered to us coins from the Captain's pockets. This is your garden too. You tell me you want to be here, you tell me you wouldn't give up Crabb's body even if you could, so tell me: why are you willing to exist on these terms? What is it that makes holding on like grim death so much better? Fear of the alternative? This place got you once before. You don't seem unintelligent to me, you can't imagine just doing the same thing again will turn out any different. So what's the play? What's your future, in that body, on this ship?"
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Date: 2022-10-20 08:09 pm (UTC)"I don't think it's this place that got you, miss. I think you were like this before you ever became a nickel, and you broke before you ever bent. Now you're back, a second chance never offered to us coins from the Captain's pockets. This is your garden too. You tell me you want to be here, you tell me you wouldn't give up Crabb's body even if you could, so tell me: why are you willing to exist on these terms? What is it that makes holding on like grim death so much better? Fear of the alternative? This place got you once before. You don't seem unintelligent to me, you can't imagine just doing the same thing again will turn out any different. So what's the play? What's your future, in that body, on this ship?"