Issue #74

[mistconduct]

[Private to Victor Creed]

So...

Do you prefer me calling you Creed or Sabertooth?


[Private to Cassel, Mickey]

Jesus christ I hope you two have it going on better than me. Fuck.


Fuuuuuck.

But hey; congrats. Couldn't have happened to two better dudes.


[Public]

Okay, now I'm starting to get a little nervous. Are we all gonna die, or what? Should we be getting on Iris' bus and getting the fuck out of here?

Raise your hand if you wanna abandon ship.

Comments

[routemistress]

[She shrugs.]

I ever leave this boat for good, I'm not leaving any bugger be'ind that wants to come.

[She lets that hang for a half-second, because she absolutely means it.]

But aye, I think we will. A ship like this is a big thing, and she doesn't live or die on a timescale like we do - not even me.

[withtheoldbreed]

Okay.

[He doesn't know anywhere near enough about how this stuff works to do anything but take her word for it and hope she's right, so. That's what he's going to do.]

[routemistress]

I believe she'll recover. I think Arthas is wrong about 'er heart. I don't know, you understand, none of us do. But she wants to live, can't you feel it?

[withtheoldbreed]

I don't know. [Maybe? Something's felt different since they got back from Paris.] I just don't wanna leave anyone behind.

[routemistress]

[She gives him a warm smile for that, because those are her feelings exactly.]

And we won't. I 'ope it won't come to that, but there's room for everyone if it does, I promise.

[withtheoldbreed]

Okay. [He's definitely willing to accept that. At least she seems like she knows what she's talking about, and that's better than can be said of most people, including himself.]