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[sinuosity]

Who: Red Fish crew and visitors.
Broadcast: none.
Action: On the Red Fish and waystations.
When: After returning from the Marsiva.

Comments

[sinuosity]

Hitler...? [ she frowns ] Ah. Him. [ ... ] I expect all will be made clear when I see it.

[ A beat. ]

May I keep this?

[enshields]

[He nods towards the drawing.]

Did it for you.

[sinuosity]

Thank you.

[ She folds it carefully around the edges, over anything but the bird, and tucks it into her jacket. ]

Do you like canaries?

[enshields]

[He sort of smiles, a crooked little quirk to one corner of his mouth.]

Like most birds.

[They could fly, after all. And in the War there was no better barometer for enemy proximity than the wildlife, the birds in the trees. They could always sense a coming storm.]

[sinuosity]

[ Flying is always freedom, literal or figurative. ]

It is a shame. I would not have minded if we were stranded on a planet, but all this empty space with no nature... it feels unnatural.