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I need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame. I need an alibi to justify, somebody to blame.
— Alien Blues, Vanabar
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━━━━━━ October 30, 2149
THE SOFT MURMUR OF voices filled the common room where Maya sat curled up in a chair. Her knees tucked under herself as she read a well-worn book between her unscarred hands. The faintest smile played at her lips as she passed through the pages.
⠀⠀⠀Casey hovered near the doorway. A week passed since Maya's release from medical, and in that time, they became friends. Casey had never disliked Maya. She was just distrusting of their surroundings. So, when she spent longer than a few minutes in each other's presence, the pair really evened each other out. Maya was quiet, thoughtful, and sheltered, but she was smart and witty, too. Her personality lent credence to Casey opening herself up more similarly to how she and Octavia had quickly bonded.
⠀⠀⠀And, while Casey loved Jasper and Monty, she only felt comfortable asking Maya for help in her next endeavor. Steeling herself, Casey crossed the room and sat in the seat across from her.
⠀⠀⠀"You've been glued to that thing all week," Casey said, gesturing to the book.
⠀⠀⠀Maya glanced up, her expression softening when she noticed Casey.
