[Semi-open] Officers meeting ... not a happy one
Characters: The officers on the Winding Way
Content: A very somber discussion about what to do with Hughes's body
Setting: L's quarters
Time: After the Way lands in Garrettstown
Warnings: Possibly gloomy
L wasn't feeling particularly good. It wasn't something he could isolate to just one part of his body, although his stomach was feeling particularly sour, he supposed. It was all over. He knew what it was, of course: loss. He'd just never felt it like this before, not even with ...
Well he'd just never felt it before. Since coming here well over a year ago he'd started to feel things more acutely. Victories tasted sweeter and losses, well the losses were no less bitter. The pithy taste of failure tasted sharper as well. This was one of those times, and, consciously or subconsciously he was mad at Hughes, mad at him for making him feel this way, at leaving him to explain to his wife, of ... leaving. Leaving those children he loved every bit as much as Gracia and Elicia.
"I know everyone is not feeling well." He looked around the room at the assembled officers and noticed that they were all looking the worse for wear. "But-- there are matters that need to be attended to. Obviously finding the ones who have done this, finding our lost crew and bringing the perpetrators to Justice are our primary concerns. However ... we cannot do that yet, and we are left with ... waiting, and doing what we can for ... the body."
His last words came out with just enough emotion to know it was there. It was the faint hint of emotion that he'd had more frequently, but was barely perceptible to anyone who didn't know him well.
Content: A very somber discussion about what to do with Hughes's body
Setting: L's quarters
Time: After the Way lands in Garrettstown
Warnings: Possibly gloomy
L wasn't feeling particularly good. It wasn't something he could isolate to just one part of his body, although his stomach was feeling particularly sour, he supposed. It was all over. He knew what it was, of course: loss. He'd just never felt it like this before, not even with ...
Well he'd just never felt it before. Since coming here well over a year ago he'd started to feel things more acutely. Victories tasted sweeter and losses, well the losses were no less bitter. The pithy taste of failure tasted sharper as well. This was one of those times, and, consciously or subconsciously he was mad at Hughes, mad at him for making him feel this way, at leaving him to explain to his wife, of ... leaving. Leaving those children he loved every bit as much as Gracia and Elicia.
"I know everyone is not feeling well." He looked around the room at the assembled officers and noticed that they were all looking the worse for wear. "But-- there are matters that need to be attended to. Obviously finding the ones who have done this, finding our lost crew and bringing the perpetrators to Justice are our primary concerns. However ... we cannot do that yet, and we are left with ... waiting, and doing what we can for ... the body."
His last words came out with just enough emotion to know it was there. It was the faint hint of emotion that he'd had more frequently, but was barely perceptible to anyone who didn't know him well.