[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Anisa's Bunk[/center][hr]

Jackson wished he could deny what Anisa was saying, his heart told him that she was wrong, that he could have done something, anything to change the outcome, maybe not of the battle, but over what had happened to his wife. But he knew full well she was right, chances are if he had been there, he'd have been dead by now, in the ground and probably having brought Anisa with him. The reality was that the two of them had survived, and they had to live with it, he had to live with it, no matter how long and how hard the guilt would eat at him, undoubtedly, it would for the rest of his life.

As Anisa sat with him, Jackson sighed, leaning into her as she pulled him closer. No one else in the crew would ever see Jackson like this, they'd be lucky to mention his wife and get out of the conversation without at the very least a black eye and a concussion, Anisa saw everything, not just the hard exterior he put up, but everything on the inside, the pain, the loathing, the misery. He only ever let it out near her, she was the only one he could trust with it, it had always been that way, just her, and the woman he'd once loved. Feeling her lips on his head, he sighed softly as he turned his gaze upward, watching her go as he shook his head, remaining where he was for the time being in silence.

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Captain's Office[/center][hr]

Gregory watched the screen in silence as Camilla spoke, she was not all the same woman, as Jahosafat had said, that light in her eye, that shine which he had so loved was gone. However, the way she held herself, the way she could be so professional as she spoke to him and the way she spoke to him, even if it was about something as serious as their topic was, she had hardly changed at all, she was still all in all the exact same woman he adored. Then he saw the tears in her eye. It hurt in a kind of way that nothing else ever could, he had dreaded this moment for his entire career following the war, he'd never wanted to be forced into this, and now he would be.

The thoughts ran through his mind, of whether he could actually commit to such an action as he stared at the screen. Hearing her speak again made him think even more, all the time they had been apart didn't matter to him, in that moment, he wanted to give it up and go home, knowing he could not bare to harm her. [color=FF2F2F][b]"I love you, Camilla..."[/b][/color] But it was too late, by the time he spoke, the call was cut, Gregory sighing as he leaned back in his seat quietly, left to himself and his silence.