[ Yeah. You gotta maintain discipline on a ship or it all falls to chaos. It's why the guards beat the shit out of the prisoners back on the Tartarus every once and a while. But they aren't on a ship anymore.
Ephemera shrugs again, smoothing his thumb along the rim of the mug. Trying to focus on the texture. It centers him, sometimes. He doesn't quite know why. ]
Pretty much.
[ Is what it is. Though he knows - in a distant sort of way - that other people don't move through the world like this.
He exhales. ]
Or they did back home. Some of it's like that here.
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Ephemera shrugs again, smoothing his thumb along the rim of the mug. Trying to focus on the texture. It centers him, sometimes. He doesn't quite know why. ]
Pretty much.
[ Is what it is. Though he knows - in a distant sort of way - that other people don't move through the world like this.
He exhales. ]
Or they did back home. Some of it's like that here.