voice; un: newt

[groupiedrifter]

[In the day that follows the mission — a weary voice, for once hesitant, addresses the feed.

Admittedly, a lot of them are probably asleep, he imagines, but.]

... There are a lot of people gone now.

Sorry, uh. Can't sleep. I just... People are gone, from before. Like, Clara and the Doctor, Hermann... Rosinante... Drift and Megs, and — I, uh. I didn't really think about it until now, you know? It feels like it's so quiet when I don't hear those voices out in the mess hall, even when it's loud as hell. Clara was — she is my best friend. And so many of these people, they put themselves in harm's way for me. More times than I wanna even admit. People like Sam or Rhys or Blue, they saved my ass. Rey and El. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for them, and...

And they're gone. And — what do you do?

You gotta carry on, right? Because it's what they would want.

[His voice cracks on the last few words, and he stops, pushes up his glasses to rub his eyes.]

Shit, man. I love meeting new people. I just I keep having to miss people in return.

What kind of bullshit is that, anyway? That things happen, and they end up gone?

I don't know. I hate how many names I still haven't brought up.

It sucks.

Text; un: belova

[laviny]

So, now that we are back from the mission, does anyone know a good therapist? Asking for my sister.

[Is she trolling Natasha or is this a serious question? Honestly it might be both.]