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“See nothing to--Wait, what?” She looked back at Wade in confusion. “That’s really weird...”

She wasn’t going to judge whatever’s on the paper. Whatever he used to find the results were obviously smarter. It could explain why her heart would suddenly start rapidly beating out of the blue. It could explain why her eyesight’s starting to blur recently, and the headaches that have plagued her these years. 

“I don’t understand...dopamine?” She looked down to see her right hand trembling, and held it steady with her left mechanical hand. She was fine. She had to be, right? That’s all she’s ever known is ‘fine’.

“I-I feel fine. That can’t possible. Is there anything that you can do?”

“No, but I always assume he is rather than assuming he’s not. It’s better to prepare for the worst. If there is a way, then assume he’s either looking for one or he’s already found it.”

“Is there anything relating to the mythos of your gods that there is such a thing to kill a god?”

Even with the highest security, something was bound to fuck up. That happens, but it wasn’t fair to anyone to complain and bitch about it. It wouldn’t do any good, so the next best thing to do was to work through the shitstorm that this whole thing was. It wasn’t his fault, nor was it hers, but now they had to deal with it. It wouldn’t do any good if a blame

“Guess we should grab a flashlight or two then. In case the day drags onto the night,” She suggests. From her experiences, her missions either finished up quickly or took longer provided they were treated without underestimating them. Wherever they were going, it was unknown territory

“We disagree sometimes, but that’s family for you. We have to clean up in case any of our relatives from Germany stop by,” She answered turning to him.

“What about you? How’s your family going?”

This she repeats, curious to know what his ‘family’ gets on to. Since they were working together, she also wanted to know more, even though this cold war called for no sympathies. Even for those on the same side.

“If it makes you feel better we can always glitter bomb a couple of unsuspecting lieutenants the day before inspection if this doesn’t go well,” She answered as clicking can be heard from fastening Lucie’s backpack, filled with little sparkly canisters. 

She had been up all night getting the final touches ready and these glitter bombs. But she’s also had concerns about how this whole plan would pull off. It didn’t matter, cause this is in the now, and whatever came next, she’d help him deal with it.

“But isn’t it nice for a change? To confess something good? ‘

She places a hand on JD’s shoulder. She had started getting used to touching people again, something that had become so foreign after Jean’s death.

“Just start simple, a ‘how are you doing’ could help start it off. Remember you’re a lot braver than me for doing the one thing I could never do with Jean.”

“ Try and breathe slow and think nice thoughts like a good memory. But filter it out in your head before saying anything. The last thing we want is to overload the guy ok?” 

Lucie scoots around, in the elation of the new accessory on her back, containing playthings for anyone who comes near. She wants to go, and have fun, but only when Shima gives the clear can she let loose. 

“It’s gonna be ok. Even if it doesn’t turn out well, it will still be ok. Want me to give you a little push?”

“I’d be grateful if you did. It’s bound to happen whether it’ll be years or tomorrow from now. So what better way to learn now rather than later?”

“I appreciate his words, but I think you and I both know it will take more than words to keep me out of the harm that you and your stormtroopers will have to face. Or in fact everybody in this ship.”

It would be nice to learn a new way to fight. All she’d been used to using were her teeth and talons, the same ones covered, so as to prevent the scratching the smooth reflective floors that cover this ship.

Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis”, Poems 1962-2012