-A kiss, this one to the cheek-
-Not like the ones before, this one is softer, kinder-
-Less desperate-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-clears his throat, awkwardly-
The decisions I made were incredibly bad and follow me to this day.
And I'm ambivalent about the other decision that has sort of defined my life, but that one's the only reason I'm even here today.
Sorry to be vague.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postEires loosened up and looked at Sandra with a smile, a reassured echo of that cocky, shaken grin they usually had. Eyes almost-but-not-quite watering, looking like....not death itself, that was too on-the-nose, but tired, worn down and out, Eires leaned on Sandra and took her hand in theirs.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]"Yeah yeah, I got one. Did you even 'see' combat before running? Or is this one of those things where the mere thought of war was terrifying itself?"
I mentioned this in the discord already, but "yeah yeah I got one" is a reference to Reg Def's post that is now below mine.
edited 18th Nov '17 2:49:34 AM by 4maskwolf
"Oh? And what makes you think it would be suicide," Samantha is no longer keeping her eyes flickering between the two, as they now bore straight into the transformed andalite, "I left in 2017, barring weird time dialation it should be the same year."
Get ninja'd
edited 18th Nov '17 2:54:11 AM by 4maskwolf
... I left Earth in the year 2017. I'm going by Earth time, of course.
Because... I wasn't as strong as the other Andalites. I'd stumble and fall all the time. I couldn't beat anyone in our combat routines...
I couldn't stop shaking every time they showed us what the enemy has done to other species. I was frightened...
edited 18th Nov '17 2:54:14 AM by Tatsumar
DeerThat's- a rather huge coincidence, going by this place.
Both of you just a year ahead of me.
To be honest, I'm rather surprised.
Okay, good to know.
-he snapped out of his investigative tone, as he listened to Jovek's explanation-
So... their propaganda convinced you to be scared. Rather than motivated you to fight.
Happens to a lot of people, I'd imagine...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt wasn't just propaganda, it was the truth.
A Taxxon's hunger never fades... and the way it eats... it's quite messy...
You can never forget the screams of their victims...
So you're saying I should take therapy... until what? When I'm really to throw away my life on a battlefield? I didn't ask to fight in the first place!
edited 18th Nov '17 3:06:54 AM by Tatsumar
Deer-to Sam-
Therapy wouldn't work for everyone. Especially someone who doesn't want it in the first place...
-to Jovek-
But... it's important to have a plan. You can't run without looking where you're going.
Even though I've been in hiding for now the majority of my life, I've always kept something to work on, and something to do that isn't just running.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSam turned her head and watched Jack for a moment before turning back to Jovek, a small frown gracing her face, "I'm merely enquiring. Obviously the military life wasn't for you, and you got out when you had the chance. So, you've found this place, do you intend to stay here?"
edited 18th Nov '17 3:07:17 AM by 4maskwolf

Oh definitely.
You seem to have it rather easier than either of us, Sam.
...
And honestly, yes.
My situation could have been better. But I made some bad decisions.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post