Is that what happened? (Cycle twelve was so long ago but she remembers this, the way Magnus had come trailing back to the Starblaster like a guilty dog, tail between his legs and Lup nowhere to be seen.)
God, Lup, we all knew it was for some stupid reason but I didn't think it was like that. Magnus wouldn't tell us, said it was too sad. You idiots. (She's fond though, laughing as she leans into Lup's side. Strange how talk of death can be counted as moving away from more depressing subjects, but over the cycles the lot of them had learned how to lean into their immortality: some a little more than others.)
You're right... I can't top that, (she muses, and passes the bottle.) All I have is that time Davenport told me not to go back into a collapsing building for my things but I did any way– that and... uh, seventy-three, I think. But that was a drunk thing, it feels like it shouldn't count maybe.
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Is that what happened? (Cycle twelve was so long ago but she remembers this, the way Magnus had come trailing back to the Starblaster like a guilty dog, tail between his legs and Lup nowhere to be seen.)
God, Lup, we all knew it was for some stupid reason but I didn't think it was like that. Magnus wouldn't tell us, said it was too sad. You idiots. (She's fond though, laughing as she leans into Lup's side. Strange how talk of death can be counted as moving away from more depressing subjects, but over the cycles the lot of them had learned how to lean into their immortality: some a little more than others.)
You're right... I can't top that, (she muses, and passes the bottle.) All I have is that time Davenport told me not to go back into a collapsing building for my things but I did any way– that and... uh, seventy-three, I think. But that was a drunk thing, it feels like it shouldn't count maybe.