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Guess who's happy to have your attention again? That's right. Not me. I know what having your attention leads to and I'd rather not go down that road. Especially if you're thinking about a possible, maybe, probably-not-but-could-be game for me. Not interested. Especially if it's got anything to do with space. I'm pretty sick of space at this point.

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Space... as in stars and constellations? Outer space?

As in the final frontier. So yeah. That'd be the one.

How come you're sick of it?

You ever say a word so many times it just kind of stops sounding like a word? That's how space is. You see it so many times and it just looks like a bunch of fucking lights and nothing special anymore.

[ josh hasn't been to space. it's not really on his bucket list either. not now, anyway. ]

Yeah, something like that.

Tell your mun you don't want in?

Because she's a skilled listener. [ it's worth the trip for the first five seconds buuuut ]

I'm pretty much fucked into whatever she decides.

What's wrong with space?

It's big. And empty. And boring.

I don't mean like the space where you're on different planets I mean like you're literally floating in the middle of fucking space and all you see is stars.

There's a reason they call it the 'final frontier' and if you've ever been to Kansas and seen a real frontier you realize there's nothing but emptiness and grass for-fucking-ever. Space is like that but with stars.

—True, there's that.

But I've been to Kansas. Once. It wasn't all that bad. Nevada, on the other hand — the desert's pretty bad, no offense to deserts.

Deserts in general are pretty dry.

At least it's prettier than the desert.

Or does it really count? You can see the stars at night in the desert. If we're talking Earth, at least. I bet other planets can't see the stars at night sometimes. If they even have night.

I bet some planets don't even have daylight. I mean, the sun's a star, right? But not all stars are close enough to give light the way the sun does.

At least sand's not as deadly on the ground as it is in space. What do you think?

I bet there's a planet out there that doesn't get any light. No stars, no sun. Just utter darkness. [ Not a place she'd want to see... ]

Meteor showers are about fifty times less pretty when you're actually in one. The Citadel's got defenses for that, but sometimes you're stranded out there and you're pretty fucked.

You're telling me - falling debris on earth's already a mess, what more in space where there's nothing to stop a meteor from crashing into you.

How long have you been in space, anyway? You sound really used to it.

It's kind of hard to say when you don't age anymore and technically the Citadel sits in a corner of the universe that exists outside of time.

About half a year at least.

[ Slight pause.

Then begrudgingly. ] It's actually pretty amazing, though.

[ Yeah, Raleigh thinks. After all the horror and the mental damage that fighting aliens had wrought him, hell yeah, space is still an awesome thing.

Guess the little boy that looked up at the stars hasn't fully died yet. ]

Whoah.

That blows any other story out of the water, I can't top that.

Bullshit. [ Rolls her eyes. ]

You have to have a better story than me bitching about space.

Tell me one anyway. I haven't seen Earth in awhile.

I'm not funning you, man! [ But look at his face light up. ] You're living in space, right? And you're forever young. That's like every young person's dream thing, right there.

Earth's... still Earth. It's holding up. [ With the scars of every person who died for it, but we take what we can get. ] You don't visit?

Really? You wanna live forever? Never dying, everyone you know is all long gone eventually, you've lived so long apart from it all you don't even feel like you have a home? You're just eternal and homeless and alone?

[ Bites at her lip. Back to him! ]

I get to sometimes, but not for pleasure. Always working. And I don't get to often.

[ This got really morbid really fast. ] No. But being young until you're ready to die is the stuff people dream about - and make a lot of money off with.

Where would you go, if you got to pick? Say France.

[ Eternal life's not all it's cracked up to be. ] Too bad I don't get any of those kinds of perks.

All right. [ Smiles a little. ] France, then. I've never been to France.

My mother's from France. We had this orchard, well, it's more of a wine press with an orchard, but we spent a few summers there - it's best to go during the late summer, because then it won't be too warm, but not too cool during the night.

[ He's been all over the world, but there will always be places that remind him of home. His mother's home in France will always be one of them. ]

How'd you end up being immortal?

I don't think I ever went to an orchard when I was on Earth. Now it's all I want to do. How little were you? [ Especially the place he describes. ]

Can't age when you don't exist inside of time anymore.

Very. I was... five? Seven? Really young to enjoy it the way I'd want to now. [ Sun-dappled trees, the sweet smell of freshly-crushed fruit, the sound of idle silence on a long afternoon; he misses that life from before. ]

What's your silver lining?

Fuck your space-fucking ways, man.

Is that jealousy?

How hard life must be for you.

Does everyone have like this weird romantic notion about space?

[ Does someone need a cute doggy hug?

Pumpkin drops a tennis ball in front of Honor, sitting his little rump down, cocking head to the side with a soft 'mrr' sound to show his interest. ]

[ Holy shit.

A dog is the last thing she expects and she looks at it like 'what the hell' for a second. But honestly it last like a second because look at him sitting on his little bum wanting to play. ]

All right, little guy. [ She leans down to pick up the ball, then gently tosses it for him to chase. That's what you do with dogs right? ]

[ THE BALL THE BALL THE BALL!!!

And then just like that -- Pumpkin zips off after the ball. While he's not big, he makes up for it with speed (comes from daily walkies with his owner) and in half a minute, he's back with the slobbery ball. He drops it at Honor's feet, then looks up at her expectantly. ]

[ She's never had a dog before but now she really wishes she had. Especially one like this one. He's so low to the ground it's pretty funny to watch him try to run off to get the ball.

Then he brings it back and she gingerly picks it up. It's just a bit of slobber, but really there's no reason to get it all over her hand again. ]

You want the ball? [ She asks, mimicking other dog owners the way she's seen them. ]

Okay, fetch! [ This time she throws it a little farther, wiping her hand off the second it leaves. ]

[ SHE IS THROWING THE BALL SHE IS THROWING THE BALL!!

Pumpkin jumps a little on his bum, yipping once in excitement. ]

Arf!

[ Yes, he very much wants the ball, Honor.

HE LOVES YOU HONOR HE LOVES YOU LOVES YOU!!!

And then she's throwing the ball and off he goes!

THE BALL THE BALL THE BALL!!! ]

Arf arf arf!

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