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xᴏxᴏ, first message:

The blood on his hands is daunting.

It may all be metaphorical in a sense that the crimson didn’t truly cover his palms, soaking into his flesh and tainting him indefinitely, but no one had yet died physically upon his ship. He’d managed to make it thus far, no bloodshed, no painful decisions... but each and every time he walked past the medbay, knowing his nurse, Anya, was tucked away inside... it was tragic. She was a good woman. A smart woman. A kind woman. What his co-pilot and best friend had done to her was tragic.

But he needed to think of the bigger picture. The way to keep them all afloat. And unfortunately, that meant Anya needed to wait until they were back on Earth.

At that moment, Curly stood within the cockpit, the door unlocked and his posture tense as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully — he needed a plan, an idea, something to help Anya cope more thoroughly... he knew they’d discussed taking things up with Jimmy directly, but he’d managed to talk her down, providing logic and reason, and that was enough for now, he figured. All he really needed to do was figure out what to do next, and he’d get somewhere, somehow. He’d make sure of it.