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driftfleet2018-04-01 11:36 am
apurrstate) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-01 11:36 am
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Who: Anders and the empty room, anyone else
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Tourist, if desired
When: Day after the shuffle
[It had hardly taken long to piece it together. He woke up alone, without the warmth of another person nearby. Opening his eyes revealed that the room was back to the size it had been before they'd merged their quarters and the bed really only had enough room for him and the three sleeping snow kittens.
It didn't matter that all of Wolfe's things were still littered around the room, what mattered was the absence of the man himself. He rarely left in the morning without telling Anders something.
He didn't even bother checking to see if he could send a message to Hawke once Anders spotted the ring he had offered Hawke nearly two weeks ago.
It took him a moment to gather himself, but, quietly, he did and checked the communicator just to make sure. How silly of him to even feel surprised or expect anything different.]
To those that knew him, Adalwolfe Hawke is no longer on the fleet.
It appears the same is true of Marian Hawke.
If anyone has any business left unsettled with either of them, please feel free to let me know and I will do my best to help.
[It hadn't taken long to find both missing when he tried to send a message to 'Hawke' and found no Hawkes listed in the fleet. He'd quickly followed up with checking some of the others as well, but it seemed most of everyone was still around. Mostly. Everyone from Kirkwall was gone except him.
He hesitated before adding:]
Fenris is gone as well.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Tourist, if desired
When: Day after the shuffle
[It had hardly taken long to piece it together. He woke up alone, without the warmth of another person nearby. Opening his eyes revealed that the room was back to the size it had been before they'd merged their quarters and the bed really only had enough room for him and the three sleeping snow kittens.
It didn't matter that all of Wolfe's things were still littered around the room, what mattered was the absence of the man himself. He rarely left in the morning without telling Anders something.
He didn't even bother checking to see if he could send a message to Hawke once Anders spotted the ring he had offered Hawke nearly two weeks ago.
It took him a moment to gather himself, but, quietly, he did and checked the communicator just to make sure. How silly of him to even feel surprised or expect anything different.]
To those that knew him, Adalwolfe Hawke is no longer on the fleet.
It appears the same is true of Marian Hawke.
If anyone has any business left unsettled with either of them, please feel free to let me know and I will do my best to help.
[It hadn't taken long to find both missing when he tried to send a message to 'Hawke' and found no Hawkes listed in the fleet. He'd quickly followed up with checking some of the others as well, but it seemed most of everyone was still around. Mostly. Everyone from Kirkwall was gone except him.
He hesitated before adding:]
Fenris is gone as well.
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[Even though a longer list of friends comes with more opportunities to lose people.]
Grate? No. It's sad, and it can be difficult, but the alternative to losing everyone is to never have anyone to lose.
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[But he nods to Pavel's words, weren't they some of the most truthful and painful in the world? As he sat on the crate, waiting for Hawke to kill him, all he'd thought was that it had been better to have had those years loving each other and for it to end like this than to have never had them at all. At least, to him.
It was no different now.]
You're right, of course. I will strive to remember it.
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[He smiles, leaving that open to interpretation as a joke. It's true enough. Back when he'd been seventeen and in his first universe like this one, suddenly free from expectations and duties, anonymous and like everyone else instead of a known prodigy, he'd been so eager to meet people and make friends.
Seventeen was a long time ago.]
Remembering it is fine. Feeling that it's true is much more difficult.
I realize that we have not been very close, [in part because Pavel put some polite distance between himself and everyone from their world after the whole how-to-dispose-of-enemy-corpses disagreement on the cannibal planet] but if you would ever like to talk, or to drink, or to go to the other ships and steal their cats, I would be happy to do any of those.
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It takes him a moment to respond, his thoughts moving faster than he can pin down and articulate.]
You have a lot of wisdom for someone who seems as young as you do. I'm afraid I might have underestimated you before and I'm sorry for that. I'd love to do those things. Especially the last one, of course. Thank you, Pavel.
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Then, sincerely:] You're welcome, Anders, and it's fine, we have time to make up for any missed opportunities.
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I am Thirty-Eight years old, Pavel, how old do you think you need to be to be 'younger than me?'
[He didn't want to say it, it seemed unkind in the face of the kindness he was offered, but he also felt age held far less weight with how 'old' they were and more to do with their respective worlds. A world that offered a chance for peace among all peoples seemed far kinder than one where displaying your dead enemies was practically a necessity to survive.]
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[He's aware that he's from a softer world than some other people in the Fleet. He has seen some things, of course, but that's primarily because Starfleet has a tendency to be right in the thick of the worst that the universe has to offer. And even when the worst happens, there's an unshakable idealism and commitment to lofty morals that wouldn't be possible everywhere.]