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He was supposed to be working. He was supposed to be focused on the task Swansea had given him... something about tightening a bolt on a useless pipe somewhere... but of course, Daisuke found himself lost in thought elsewhere. He wanted to be valuable, useful, important — and yet, every time he tried, he felt as if he were falling short somewhere else. He’d listen to Swansea, but then, Jimmy would get upset with him. He’d listen to Jimmy, and then, Swansea would get upset with him. The cycle was never ending. The only people who ever seemed pleased with him, no matter what he did, were Curly and Anya.

Daisuke really did love Anya as if she were a sister. On board, she was his best friend! And she was his biggest supporter, really... so he’d noticed when she began to hide away like a wounded kitten. It hurt him to see, but hey, who was he to judge?

Now, he stood at the main lounge, looking out into the large screen that replicated the daytime’s glorious glow... it was a pitiful attempt at familiarity, something cheap and unforgiving, but Daisuke really couldn’t find it within himself to care. Not as he stood, thoughts spinning, muscles tense — how could he possibly make everyone happy for once?