It's nothing. [ He says it instantly, without thinking, still feeling peevish at himself. It manifests in him lashing out, kicking one of the terminals hard enough that it nearly blinks back to life--only to die again. ] It's just...stupid.
[ They've been stuck on this God-forsaken dust ball for days now, they're running out of water, and they've only just found some kind of steady food source—and that was only because a few of their number stuck their necks out. All of that, all the panic and the exhaustion, for what? For this? ]
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[ They've been stuck on this God-forsaken dust ball for days now, they're running out of water, and they've only just found some kind of steady food source—and that was only because a few of their number stuck their necks out. All of that, all the panic and the exhaustion, for what? For this? ]
You wouldn't get it.