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[personal profile] madaboutit 2023-04-29 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. There's still a lot of flexibility inside that idea. Sweeney wets his lips while he looks for a way to explain it.

"D'pends on the circumstance." How to put it?

"You remember. The wantin'. The knowin' that yer so useful that someone would give all they have fer yer Favor." That...that is not this. His eyes slip briefly beneath their lids.

"Here?" Sweeney sighs. "Most fall in the two camps. Folk ask me ta do stuff fer 'the Greater Good' or they know they gotta go through the motions 'nough ta check the boxes off my list so I'll do the damn thing." Not exactly the most fulfilling.

"The rest'a the time, I just gotta do shit on my own 'cause folk won't f'gure out what they want well 'nough." He shrugs his head.

"Only took me the one food shortage ta find ways ta sort out that shit. Set up food preservation, dryin' shit an' makin' cheese." Sweeney goes down his list.

"See the greenhouse set with seeds from each port--fuck, earth from one of 'em. Saw goats brought on boat ta start that dairy. Thank fuck B's good with them." Credit where credit's due.

"It's crankin' through lists e'ery time I'm off this fuckin' thing, so it gets done while other folk go fuck around." He shakes his head.

"It's me bein' the one makin' the Offerin'. Givin' of myself; time, effort, an' what parts of me I'm able ta cut away--just lookin' fer that fuckin' shower."
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2023-04-29 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Fae folk ain't made fer fittin'," he muses, half to himself.

"S'pposed ta be outsiders, ridin' the magic edges where Safe meets the Unknown." Sweeney shakes his head at the memory.

"We ain't made fer comin' Home, 'nless ya steal her skin first." His eyes roll beneath their lids. Even with all the lives lived since then, he can still feel Sheridan's longing for his lost pelt. Eventually, his focus finds her again.

"Aye, that's the fuckin' rub. Only time the fuckin' Adm'ral gives me somethin' I want's when I stop doin' shit ta earn it." He feels like there's something in there that he can't quite make sense of.

"Course, just as likely that me stoppin' would end up with me bein' blinked off inta bein' Dead again, so...gotta run the numbers."

At the moment, things aren't worth the risk. But they will be someday; he's certain of it.