Doing— This? It feels like a month, I think—

[ it was all . . . pretty okay at first, after he arrived from selena. he was a skittish bundle of a mess, the thoughts were endlessly worrying, some deaths happened on the ship and a couple of reindeer murder cats got loose as well as a cinnamon bug outbreak, but everything turned out okay in the end. they even had movie nights! but nothing would ever prepare him for mission macha, even if he knew what was to come. perhaps he had a gist, thought he knew— but never would he have guessed the feelings and events that would pull down at him. ]

We've been on Macha for . . . A few days? Maybe a week?

[ honestly, he hasn't been keeping track. ]

We just— Haven't stopped.

[ just fighting, walking, fighting— he catches a short glimpse, the dim glow of yamamoto's cuff: orange. ]

You too-? Not on Macha, I mean— [ he tries to gesture, rather sloppily, mostly because he recalls their visit on the space colony selena, knows he's seen yamamoto there— and once on the nehada, anxious to hear of yamamoto's whereabouts . . . he was told of a transfer, to another ship.

but, one could never be too sure. not everyone remembers, he's learned. ]