Moving on.

Dec 29, 2007 21:58

*Warpath had motored over the desert in a hurry to get back on base before Trailbreaker with enough time to get the job done. Who has time to waste on feeling anything when there's work to be done? It's such a relief to have something constructive to do that it almost doesn't hurt to see their shared room again. There's certainly no cause to reflect when you're pulling out every piece of a shared life and stacking it in a hallway. Instead, Warpath works efficiently, and when every last ammo crate is gone, there's still no time to think, because there's new quarters to pick out and move into! Toil is merciful, that way.*

*But first, he notices the gifts from Christmas in the mostly-emptied room. The big mess had taken place before the holiday, and Warpath hadn't been since. He only needs to take one look at the note and list before he shreds them both, but he takes care when he opens the gift-wrapped box to examine its contents. He squeezes it in one hand, takes a good minute of thought, and shoves it into his spare ammo bin to deal with later. Time to go.*

I don't like pronouncements. Yet I owe an apology to a lot of people on base for my conduct in recent weeks. I've been having personal troubles, but I don't offer that as an excuse, just an explanation. In particular, Scavenger, Vortex, Scattershot, maybe Bonecrusher, Sarah Lennox: I'm sorry. If I can make it up to you, tell me how, and I will.

To the few who care, Trailbreaker and I have separated. That's all I have to say on the subject.

scavenger, apology, sarah lennox, home sweet home, vortex, a pain like dying, bonecrusher, trailbreaker, scattershot

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