Log Sixteen

[desig_survivor]

Looks like the journals aren't gibberish now, so I'll try this again.

All of the ice melted and now soil everywhere turned to mud, which is getting tracked everywhere.  I don't envy Housekeeping for having to clean that up.

I've been spending a lot of time at the stables recently.  I'm not Windmere's dedicated rider anymore.  She's free for the next

Comments

[2fighters1isd]

Tell me about it. I felt like I should've been somewhere else. Anywhere but in that cockpit.

[desig_survivor]

That was intensely unsettling. And the end of it, especially -

That didn't look survivable. You didn't eject.

[2fighters1isd]

[There's a pause here.]

No. No I didn't. Maybe I died and I'm in Hell or something.

[desig_survivor]

Maybe we all are.

You weren't supposed to be there. Maybe - well, the dreams aren't always purely memories, are they?

I had another one when I, ah, came back after being killed, and I don't think anything quite like that ever actually happened.

[2fighters1isd]

Knowing my luck? Probably.

Supposedly not.

Really? How did that one go?

[desig_survivor]

So your luck went and spread to me, huh?

The memorials for a couple hundred pilots killed in action told me that I was lucky, and one of them said I was old.

[2fighters1isd]

Be careful. It's contagious.

Well. That's reassuring, I guess, if completely weird.