8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[Private]

[tentacruelest]

Each time I have opened my heart to another, it has been at first accepted and then stolen. Each time I have given into friendship, I am betrayed and lied to. Each time I have been promised freedom, I have been granted only slavery and servitude. What is mine, I have pried from the fingers of unwilling men who had the opportunity to give willingly and instead stabbed me in the back.

And yet I persist in forging the odd, rare connection. Tell me, is that not some sort of Hell in and of itself? To understand that you will always be alone and yet to keep searching, unable to accept the truth for what it is?

Why are you tormenting me with these offers? Go away.

[Private]

[impure_tale]

Truth can be so painfully relative, Captain.

I am so very sorry for what others have done to you. I will leave you be.

The offers still stand. Not to torment you, but because they are yours.

Adieu.

[Private]

[tentacruelest]

[With an angry noise in the back of his throat to disguise the pain, Davy slams his communicator down and ends the connection]