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A bar seems like a reasonable sort of place to end up, if he's got to be somewhere. He loves his ship like a part of him but even he can see clearly enough to feel the weight of a whole mess of history every time he steps foot on the bridge. There's a little girl who may or may not have his eyes, hard to say, but he owes that little girl something, as surely as he owes her mother.
He gestures for another drink.
He's given up trying to make sense of it.
Ain't a thing left in the world or out of it that makes sense anymore.
He gestures for another drink.
He's given up trying to make sense of it.
Ain't a thing left in the world or out of it that makes sense anymore.