-on hiatus- "Do you think I'm as awful as everyone else says?" His voice was squeaky, like something breaking inside of him, wasting away at him in his fragile exhausted state. I knew immediately I made a mistake leaving him on his own. "I haven't talked to anyone, but I've talked to you. I've known you as calm and calculated. But you're a junky for experiencing new things. I've known you as the brains behind this duo. I will admit I'm curious about what you had in you to do those things, but that's it." I thought this sounded bad on its own so I added, " I don't blame you, I barely know you. I can't compare to your situation nor will I ever know what it was like to experience that and be you. I believe you did what you had to do to gain safety. I don't blame you for that. I'm curious, but I won't push you until you're not already falling to prices." "I'm not-" "You ARE. But that's understandable. You just got hit with unlimited knowledge about something that's been traumatic. You're not okay. That's cool, just don't let the guilt of something you can't change hang you up. You're a fighter Neeve, that's why you're here, you fought. Don't throw that away." *In a place where you can know so little about someone how can you truly trust them with your life? No matter how little your life may actually matter. In space you're alone amongst many other living creatures, you decide your story.