[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/4kbzbay69/Imperfect_Nervous_Ant.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Discipline
[/center][hr]	Dorothy glanced up as Jahosafat came into the room, hoping that he hadn't heard any of her speech to Atticus. It was something private - and while she supposed she could have just thought it, something had just felt [i]right[/i] about voicing those feelings aloud. She didn't notice that he had fixed up his appearance, her mind more focused on the present - and what could have been. What if she had acted on those feelings of jealousy the night before, at Lady Luck's? What would have happened if she went to speak with Atticus privately, the night before? She didn't like having regrets in her life. She wanted to be able to stick to her decisions and review them as being the right call later on. 

	She accepted the letter from Jahosafat, staring at it for a moment. [color=4dffa6]"Thank ya - I trust you found his will?"[/color] she asked. She then didn't want to wait a second more to find out what the letter said. She made up her mind she was going to read it and that was that. As she opened it and she read its contents, she couldn't help but tear up and laugh softly at the same time. As infuriating as the letter was, it was perfect. And at the same time, it broke her heart. Her stubbornness and impulsiveness had gotten in the way of her happiness again. If he wasn't dead, she would have punched him. And even then, she was considering it still. 

	[color=4dffa6]"Wǒ ài nǐ, sīshēngzǐ,"[/color] Dorothy muttered under her breath, quietly enough that no one else could hear. She then took a breath, trying to compose herself as she folded the letter up neatly and placed it in her pocket.  [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/eeqj5m4k1/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Galley
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Fitz couldn't help but be completely gobsmacked when Anisa mentioned what had happened. His mind went into overdrive as it began to make sense. When he had been hiding underneath the bed, in terror that Daphne's sister and the Captain would come to rip him to shreds and feed him to expensive purebred pets on Osiris, Atticus had [i]died.[/i] He was the first person that actively talked about anything like science and math on the ship. And while Fitz couldn't help but mourn a friendship that never was, he couldn't help but become more and more aware of his own mortality. 

	He wasn't even thirty years old yet - and sure, Atticus had been hitting the booze from what Anisa said - but could that be him in a few years? Or even in the next week? Daphne's life had been threatened at gunpoint the night before. Were all the vacancies on the crew from people who died? He gulped, tapping his fingers on the side of his head nervously. He couldn't help but wonder if they all had died, one after the other, and if that was a common sort of thing on this ship. He could tell that Anisa was shaken up about this too and it was reassuring to know that it hadn't been murder. 

	But for the boy scared of his own shadow, of the monsters hiding underneath his bed, he couldn't help but feel more and more paranoid. He loved people, but his social anxiety got the best of him. And in this moment, he wasn't afraid for himself - he was afraid for these people, who he had come to consider his friends. They were the ones who sat down and played a board game with him after Lady Luck. Daphne was the one who he had talked through the night with. In less than a day, he had had more meaningful moments of human interaction than he had had in his entire university career on Osiris.