Zack had tried to forget things. He'd been so emotional when he hadn't been himself that he was over compensating and keeping it all inside. He didn't want to put the burden of his guilt on his friends, his family, anymore than he had already. Ironically, making him even more like Cloud. Or was it that Cloud was more like him in that way
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The scenery was still pretty, she reflected as she walked barefoot along the beach, shoes in hand and red jacket in the other. Shimmering seas, sand stretching away to the edge of nowhere, warm sun, guy waving around a giant sword, it was all very picturesque.
It took Kristine approximately thirty seconds to realize there was something wrong with that picture, and she went over it again in her head as she stopped. Sun. Sea. Sand. Guy with giant sword - a-ha.
"Good grief," she muttered as she turned and caught sight of him again. How could he lift that thing? It wasn't polite to stare, Kristine knew, but in ( ... )
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"No," she answered eventually. "Not really." Lister and Rimmer didn't count, because - no matter how hard he tried - Lister wasn't her Lister, and - no matter how hard he also tried - Rimmer had about as much moral fibre and appeal as an earthworm. It was unfortunate, but there it was.
There had been a few moments, in the air ducts, where Kristine had almost felt like she was bonding with her new crew, but she had been snatched away before things could get any worse.
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"Ooooh," he said, drawing out the syllable as realization sunk in. "People you knew are here, but they aren't the same?"
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He'd get along with Lister, she thought.
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"You get used to it. Or avoid them." Like Cloud had for a while.
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