It's a succinct eulogy for the first place he'd been safe to slow down. The place carrying an echo of the first home he lost. The place that gave him back a friend that was gone for good. The place that gave him new friends, and one in particular who is special.
He's not a sentimental man, John. Jobs end. People die. Equipment breaks. Space stations are blown to thousands of glittering shards to hang in the void. He's not sentimental, but... well.
He's been surrounded by bad influences.
"We'll get in some good swings for it."
The end is close, so very close. It's not just John banishing his feelings with something flippant. This is real, and soon to be possible.
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"It was... nice."
It's a succinct eulogy for the first place he'd been safe to slow down. The place carrying an echo of the first home he lost. The place that gave him back a friend that was gone for good. The place that gave him new friends, and one in particular who is special.
He's not a sentimental man, John. Jobs end. People die. Equipment breaks. Space stations are blown to thousands of glittering shards to hang in the void. He's not sentimental, but... well.
He's been surrounded by bad influences.
"We'll get in some good swings for it."
The end is close, so very close. It's not just John banishing his feelings with something flippant. This is real, and soon to be possible.
He's already bracing for the last fight.