IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[handleyourshit]

On a ship that claims the moral authority?

He has more important things to do than get weighed down by me. An entire world to cure, for one.

[cactusy]

Look, me, I'm not so good at having friends. I'm better at tackling the bigger picture than I am individuals. And even I know that's crap.

[handleyourshit]

Oh good.

Glad you know what I'm talking about better than I do.

[cactusy]

Guess I do, yeah. Because sure, we think stuff like "They shouldn't have to deal with my shit, they deserve better, blah blah blah". But people like Rovia? Don't think that about other people.

[handleyourshit]

Check and mate.

He's from years in my future. He has some version of me that didn't fucking bite it in a fire fight.

[cactusy]

So you think he sees you as, what, the Wal-Mart knock-off Rosita Espinosa?

[handleyourshit]

[Yeah pretty much.]

He's a survivor. He'll make the right call when he has to.

[cactusy]

The hell would the right call even be in this case.

[handleyourshit]

Cure the planet.

There's no contest.

[cactusy]

And why would caring about you and worrying about you get in the way of that?

[handleyourshit]

Because if he has to choose one or the other, we both know what his priority needs to be.

[cactusy]

So, what, you're worried he's gonna just run around fixing your messes and ignore his deal?

[handleyourshit]

I think my messes are unnecessary obstacles in the way of getting his deal.

[cactusy]

Still sounds like bull to me.

Maybe try giving him and yourself more credit.

[handleyourshit]

I am.

I'm a big girl, I can handle my own messes.

[cactusy]

Is this seriously all still about me asking him how you were doing?

[handleyourshit]

If it's really that difficult to understand, just take some comfort knowing you don't have to.

Just know that it's fucking important to me, and go from there, whether you're trying to continue to piss me off or not.

[cactusy]

[uuuuuuuuuugh]

Well, when you put it that way.

[Fine.]

For what it's worth, I do know what it's like to feel deficient, or like a burden. The part I can't wrap my head around is how it applies here, but-- sure, whatever, okay.

[handleyourshit]

I don't feel deficient, or like a burden.

[She does but like hell is she going to admit it to some rando lecturing her already and besides, it's every bit as much this:]

I pull my own weight, I solve my own problems, I learn from my own mistakes. I survive. And because I do all of this, people I care about survive. Again: you don't have to understand it, I'm not going to fucking argue it with you.

You just have to choose whether or not you're going to respect it, cabrona.

[cactusy]

Entiendo tu español, bruja.

I said fine.

[handleyourshit]

Bruja?

[It startles a laugh out of her, short and sharp but genuine. She shakes her head.]

Guess we'll see.