"Nope, we never have been." he replied simply, tersely, taking another bite of food to keep from elaborating. Fact was, he hadn't been home since a week after the War had really ended for him...and even then, he'd only gone to make sure folks knew he was alive before he'd taken off again.
Staying hadn't been an option...living under the Alliance, living among the murmurings of a strong community that had been defeated, saying to each other that maybe it was 'just better this way.' It just wasn't in him to resign himself...to accept, to adjust.
Now he had to go back and face the world he'd left behind...and if this job was any measure, make one mess in order to clean up another.
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:45 pm (UTC)Staying hadn't been an option...living under the Alliance, living among the murmurings of a strong community that had been defeated, saying to each other that maybe it was 'just better this way.' It just wasn't in him to resign himself...to accept, to adjust.
Now he had to go back and face the world he'd left behind...and if this job was any measure, make one mess in order to clean up another.