I'd like that. It feels awfully empty without you.
[ Five hundred or so souls on that ship and still it feels echoingly empty at times. Usually when it's late and he can't sleep, his inevitable future playing out behind his eyelids every time he closes his eyes, wishing desperately for someone or something to come distract him from his fate. ]
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[ Five hundred or so souls on that ship and still it feels echoingly empty at times. Usually when it's late and he can't sleep, his inevitable future playing out behind his eyelids every time he closes his eyes, wishing desperately for someone or something to come distract him from his fate. ]
No more bears this time, though.