[It was a clear question. It gave him something to latch on to, to focus on, something in the here and now that he could use to ground himself. He thought on it, he allowed himself to breath, allowed as much calm to enter him as he could. Slowly the shaking seemed to abate and the tears stopped flowing, but he didn't move from where he was and his voice still sounded horrid and raspy when he finally spoke again.]
I...no. We...we stay in our...in our bunk, at the headquarters. It's...not that big but...it's...
[He couldn't say home. Home was with Methuselah. Home...it didn't exist anymore.]
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I...no. We...we stay in our...in our bunk, at the headquarters. It's...not that big but...it's...
[He couldn't say home. Home was with Methuselah. Home...it didn't exist anymore.]