[Blue closes his eyes and lets out his breath in a slow sigh. Finn has the right of things, he knows...but he doesn't have to like it. he can't help but wonder if there being no rush is better or worse than the near-breakneck pace set on Braccia.]
Such a thing...it's hard to do, not knowing where I stand. Where...'we'...stand, I suppose. [he's in a collective, after all.]
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Such a thing...it's hard to do, not knowing where I stand. Where...'we'...stand, I suppose. [he's in a collective, after all.]