[And that, actually gives Allen pause and he seems to be lost in a moment of thought. He always kept his true feelings about being away from home close to his chest- sometimes so close even he couldn't see them. It was true that he hated that he was kidnapped by Atroma, that they were essentially no better than slavers in his eyes. When he thought about it that way, he felt the old and deep anger that he had tried to bury the day he changed his name, proving that those embers had never truly gone out. In that way, he hated being here.]
[And yet...he had so much here. Ino, Crowley, Alex, his crew, his friends, Clay, his memories, his health. It was likely he was going to live to twenty-four and remember it. He hadn't expected that to happen. This fleet wasn't as dangerous as Paradisa, and he slowly stopped waking up afraid every morning. Nor did he have to constantly have to worry about the war back home...not that he had a home to go back to, if going missing says anything]
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[And yet...he had so much here. Ino, Crowley, Alex, his crew, his friends, Clay, his memories, his health. It was likely he was going to live to twenty-four and remember it. He hadn't expected that to happen. This fleet wasn't as dangerous as Paradisa, and he slowly stopped waking up afraid every morning. Nor did he have to constantly have to worry about the war back home...not that he had a home to go back to, if going missing says anything]
[Finally, he faintly smiles]
I think it is, yes.