For Guy
Kim threw the pen down onto the desk and dropped his head into his hands. He was trying to sort through some of the documents from the Island Council office to create a more in depth history for the museum. But while he was getting a lot of data, there was no background, no depth. No human element that truly created history.
But that was the bitter pill wasn't it? Here he was trying to study a history with no human depth, when all he wanted was to be home making that history. Forming it through small lies and stolen bits of information. And no matter how much history he had to sort through here on Tabula Rasa, there was nothing that could truly fill that void, at least nothing he'd found in the last three years.
He wanted to be a spy dammit.
With a heavy sigh, Kim left his head and leaned his chin onto his desk, which had been his latest gift from the island and had been moved to the museum so it would be easier to work on the project Vanessa had set for him. He looked over the documents spread over his desk and the sparce notes he'd taken as he reviewed them...and wished for a drink.
But that was the bitter pill wasn't it? Here he was trying to study a history with no human depth, when all he wanted was to be home making that history. Forming it through small lies and stolen bits of information. And no matter how much history he had to sort through here on Tabula Rasa, there was nothing that could truly fill that void, at least nothing he'd found in the last three years.
He wanted to be a spy dammit.
With a heavy sigh, Kim left his head and leaned his chin onto his desk, which had been his latest gift from the island and had been moved to the museum so it would be easier to work on the project Vanessa had set for him. He looked over the documents spread over his desk and the sparce notes he'd taken as he reviewed them...and wished for a drink.