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CARRY ON
Fragments of scripture, of varying age and legitimacy, littered the respiteblock around the Awakener's feet. He was sat on the floor, a battered notebook on his knees, writing distractedly, and had been for a few hours.
He didn't have his own devoted scribe, so for a good few perigees now he'd been in the habit of keeping a record of things that had happened to him, in the half-hearted hope that somebody might think it was significant one day, and also because travelling alone meant he had nobody else to remember things with.
Quite a lot more had happened tonight than usual, but he was having trouble committing it to paper. He felt that having chanced to come across the descendant of the Psiioniic was worth recording, but he found himself dwelling instead on everything else. The attack on Yasidra Six, he felt, was worth going into quite a lot of detail on, as were his mixed feelings about the rebel movement who'd picked him up – he admired what they did for enslaved psionics, and although he knew he was supposed to be opposed to any violence or death, regardless of who was on the receiving end, he couldn't find it in himself to earnestly disapprove of attacks on the hated oppressor. But he was having a hard time convincing himself that no innocent bystanders had been harmed in all that.
He could already see himself getting into a heated argument about that one – he was pretty sure the Sufferer had said something relevant to the subject, but it wasn't anything he'd been able to find in any of the writings he'd managed to pick up on his travels. He made a note to ask about their policy on collateral damage, and also about the Summoner who Starfall had mentioned, and...
He stared at the page.
He'd run out of things to write about that didn't involve people who'd known him more than two sweeps ago.
He tapped his pen against the paper and frowned. Well, there wasn't any need to mention that, really. He'd never had cause before to write in here about much of anything that had happened to him before he'd been removed from Alternia, it would only be confusing to mention it now.
Probably the biggest shock, though, he started, and then scowled at the paper, and crossed that out.
Maybe, he thought, it would be better to wait until he had a better idea of the situation to go into any more detail about it.
If Sollux could actually haul himself out of whatever stupid funk he was in for long enough to –
The Awakener gritted his teeth, and inwardly corrected himself – if Sollux felt up to talking.
That was definitely what he had meant, because he was completely overflowing with compassion and acceptance.
He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. This was going to be a long flight.
He didn't have his own devoted scribe, so for a good few perigees now he'd been in the habit of keeping a record of things that had happened to him, in the half-hearted hope that somebody might think it was significant one day, and also because travelling alone meant he had nobody else to remember things with.
Quite a lot more had happened tonight than usual, but he was having trouble committing it to paper. He felt that having chanced to come across the descendant of the Psiioniic was worth recording, but he found himself dwelling instead on everything else. The attack on Yasidra Six, he felt, was worth going into quite a lot of detail on, as were his mixed feelings about the rebel movement who'd picked him up – he admired what they did for enslaved psionics, and although he knew he was supposed to be opposed to any violence or death, regardless of who was on the receiving end, he couldn't find it in himself to earnestly disapprove of attacks on the hated oppressor. But he was having a hard time convincing himself that no innocent bystanders had been harmed in all that.
He could already see himself getting into a heated argument about that one – he was pretty sure the Sufferer had said something relevant to the subject, but it wasn't anything he'd been able to find in any of the writings he'd managed to pick up on his travels. He made a note to ask about their policy on collateral damage, and also about the Summoner who Starfall had mentioned, and...
He stared at the page.
He'd run out of things to write about that didn't involve people who'd known him more than two sweeps ago.
He tapped his pen against the paper and frowned. Well, there wasn't any need to mention that, really. He'd never had cause before to write in here about much of anything that had happened to him before he'd been removed from Alternia, it would only be confusing to mention it now.
Probably the biggest shock, though, he started, and then scowled at the paper, and crossed that out.
Maybe, he thought, it would be better to wait until he had a better idea of the situation to go into any more detail about it.
If Sollux could actually haul himself out of whatever stupid funk he was in for long enough to –
The Awakener gritted his teeth, and inwardly corrected himself – if Sollux felt up to talking.
That was definitely what he had meant, because he was completely overflowing with compassion and acceptance.
He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. This was going to be a long flight.