This Expedition has been bleak. Ben died because we failed him, then we were all traumatized by the Void Plane. Heavy stuff. I prefer when it’s a fun adventure, not a sobering introduction to war. I’m not really well suited for comfort when someone is troubled, but I did try my best to assuage my friends. They seemed like they needed it.
I always remember how dark those years were after mom died. Eating out of people’s garbage, stealing to survive - I also remember being filled with hope when Ahabed told me I could stay aboard the Merciful Sister. Granted, his only other option was to throw me overboard, but a lot of people would have picked that option.
I was a mouthy kid, who didn’t like to be told what to do. I guess not much has changed except I’m older now, and only run my mouth when it won’t get me killed. I still don’t like to be told what to do.
The one thing that holds true from back then is that hope. The times look just about as dark as they can get. Edilons, War, people like VAM dicking around with the Blight - reminds me of the days in those gutters. We can’t give up though. I still believe we can fix it. I still believe we can win. Even on the brink, even though we ultimately failed him, I remember -