Odd to think that the pursuit of his own wildly selfish dreams, and achieving those dreams, and living a life filled with grandeur and wonder, landed him here. One armed, alone, far from the place he put over a decade of his life into making his home. A home now vanished.
Tired. Soul and bone, tired.
He looks down, finally, puts his coffee cup on the wood next to him and takes up the strap for his lantern.
"If I must persist, then perhaps I will." He loops the strap over his head and settles it on his shoulder. He was never much good at letting a bad solution go unchallenged, after all. Not when he can do better. "I do not doubt that Beacon is a worthy home for some." He doubts it is for him, but he's sure he doesn't have to say that.
"What have you promised to yourself, then? A chance to sail back to your oceans somewhere in the stars?" Ephrim doesn't look up at Rosinante as he says that, busying himself with his preparations to leave.
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Tired. Soul and bone, tired.
He looks down, finally, puts his coffee cup on the wood next to him and takes up the strap for his lantern.
"If I must persist, then perhaps I will." He loops the strap over his head and settles it on his shoulder. He was never much good at letting a bad solution go unchallenged, after all. Not when he can do better. "I do not doubt that Beacon is a worthy home for some." He doubts it is for him, but he's sure he doesn't have to say that.
"What have you promised to yourself, then? A chance to sail back to your oceans somewhere in the stars?" Ephrim doesn't look up at Rosinante as he says that, busying himself with his preparations to leave.