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[barebacking]

I fear I do not know what a cowboy or how that relates to space. Still, I believe that is fine. What good are sentimental items when the person is dead or gone? It is best to be given to those that can appreciate them than left to gather dust.

[He makes a small noise.]

I see. I am glad that they were able to stop you from doing so. For an outlaw, you seem too kind a person to be able handling killing someone.

[starwhore]

Don't worry, if I explained it it'd probably make even less sense. And see, see, you get it! Though usually I'm giving the items to dudes who'll give me a lot of money so someone else can buy said item.

But hey, a guys gotta put fuel in his ship and buy food alright?

[And oh Yaha, you sweet crazy cinnamon roll.]

Me too, man. Though I'm not that nice. I mean I've straight up killed dudes before. Though they're usually assholes, one hundred percent. Or they're trying to kill me. So I think it's fair.

[barebacking]

We all have to do what we must to live, yes.

[Another laugh.]

Indeed, it is fair. You were only defending yourself or ensuring that the world did not have to suffer from their kind anymore.

[starwhore]

That's exactly it. One hundred percent.

[Peter you are a liar. But hey, usually people shoot at him first, he just runs as fast as he can back to his ship and makes a get away... if a few people get shot in turn it's their fault.]

[barebacking]

Of course, it is.

I'm sorry for what I said before about Bones and you. I can see that you did your best for him.

[starwhore]

Hey, no hard feelings. I did pretty good, saved him and Jim from being fish food when the big angry fish dicks were trying to kill everyone.

[And totally aggitated poor Bone's hurt arm too, but hey, important part is he saved them from fish dudes.]

So how'd you and Bones meet up then? He's not exactly a ball of sunshine and making friends.

[barebacking]

Oh, yes, them. I am happy you were able to safe him.

[He sighs, softly.]

I was ... wandering through this place. I heard his voice and everything faded away. I immediately fell in love with him. I felt this warm burst inside of me and I wanted to always have him be close, to always have him be happy. He said that it would fade... and I told him that it wouldn't. But it did. I feel as though I let him down and wanted to do something for him. [Sadly, he could never quite work up the nerve to lock Bones down in the basement and slowly feed him pieces of animals until the man lost his mind and became hopelessly in love with Yaha just so the eternal torment would.]

I suppose I cared very deeply for him in my own way.

[starwhore]

[... huh. So then Yaha was effected by whatever had Jim being all crazy jealous at him some time ago. Some love struck thing. The Techs were weird with what they decided to do to fuck with people sometimes, honestly.]

Yeah? Guess in this place it's kinda hard to tell sometimes. We never know what the hell the Techs are doing with us. To us.

[Peter knows that well enough.]

Sorry he's gone, man. I mean, better he's not in this shithole, but you know. Feelings and stuff.

[barebacking]

Feelings do weigh down upon a person.

Heavy and even though you do not feel the shattering of your bones, you do wish for them to break so you can attribute the pain to something a little more real.

[starwhore]

Ehh, maaaaybe?

[Yeah, yeah Yaha has a few screws loose, but that had been obvious before this. Maybe just a life long poet?]

I think it'd be easier to not feel pain at all. Physical. Mental.

[barebacking]

To burn it out?

To force all memories free?

That's so exhausting... and those feelings have to go somewhere.

[starwhore]

Well if you didn't feel anything it wouldn't be exhausting.

[barebacking]

I suppose not.

It would mean that it didn't mean anything ... and that is even sadder.

[starwhore]

...

Yeah. Guess you're right.

[Man this got depressing.]

[barebacking]

I am sorry.

Your heart is one that should be light. Too much sorrow spoils the meat.

[starwhore]

Nah, don't worry about it, man.

[Wait.]

... spoils the meat?

[He didn't hear that right?]

[barebacking]

Hm, what?

[starwhore]

[Squint.]

You said too much sorrow spoils the meat. What the heck does that mean?

[barebacking]

Hurts the body...

And organs...

[starwhore]

That's a really odd way of saying it breaks your heart.

[Peter no.]

[barebacking]

It is a very odd way to say that.

[Because he's not saying that at all.]

[starwhore]

[Well what are you saying crazy cinnamon roll?]

... so are you not saying that then?

[barebacking]

I could be saying that.

[starwhore]

Coulda shoulda woulda?

[barebacking]

I like talking to you.

You're quite humorous.