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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

If people weren't so clumsy, they wouldn't fall off when we land. Then there'd only be the stupid port-people to deal with. [Why aren't you people lashing yourselves down or something.] It hurt to breathe there. Why?

[Private to Jesse]

Did you go? [Did you die :|]

[Private to Jon]

The maester said he'd bring Nymeria back. [This is way more important than any of that port shit.]

[Private to Viserys]

Do you have a knife yet?

[Filtered to Castiel and Dean]

It was a stupid flood and I think you're both stupid. [Crushes. What are crushes. Humph. >|]

[Spam for Bones]

[She really didn't know what to think of port; it was strange, the people were stranger, and she hated songs and singing more than she ever had when she and Sansa were at Winterfell. It was easier to turn her thoughts to other things: to the promise of her nightwolf being returned to her. Arya made her way down to the infirmary, want waited near the door, slipping around against the wall, just watching for a long while. Watching was always easy, here. It was almost as easy to be unseen as it was on Braavos.

Eventually, though, she saw her warden disappear into his office, and though she waited for him to come out, her impatience got the better of her. She headed for the door, knocking and trying the knob.]

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[Spam]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Port itself hadn't been that bad, all things considered. He and Arya had made it out alive, and yeah, she'd killed someone, but it had been in self defense and it could have gone so much worse than it had been. But coming back on board and finding out that Jim had been killed, not all that differently from how Bones's whole deal had come to be, and knowing that once again, he hadn't been able to do anything to prevent it or fix it or do fucking anything besides try to pick up the pieces and know that wasn't good enough was pretty much crushing him like a bug under some massive, vindictive, Barge shaped shoe.

Things had settled down. Everyone was either asleep or back in their rooms, and honestly, McCoy just couldn't handle being out there right now. He was tired and worried and so fucking angry with himself, and he really just needed to sit down for a while and do... something. Something that wasn't putting up with a bunch of whiny brats who wanted to get out of here and didn't understand that hurting that badly meant you needed to rest and take care of yourself and the medical staff wasn't here to make it worse than it had to be.

So, he headed into his office and after a good long minute of trying to keep everything together, he finally just let out a choked sob and sat down on the floor, his back to the door, crying almost silently and feeling like a complete fucking moron for doing it. He was miserable, he wanted to go home, and he wanted to stop feeling like all he was doing was failing Jim everywhere he went. He'd apparently abandoned him here, he couldn't save him back home, they definitely weren't leaving any time soon, and he didn't save him this time, either.

He stayed there for a while, crying, feeling angry and frustrated and really wishing he could just get drunk and not have to deal with the Barge for a couple hours, but at the knock on the door, he knew he needed to pull it together and he couldn't help the immediate surge of anger at whoever it was who was bothering him.

But he took a deep breath, scrubbed his hands over his eyes and silently praying that they wouldn't notice he'd been crying despite probably looking like a mess before pushing himself to his feet, opening the door and- Oh.]

Cat. Hi. [He rubbed both hands over his face, taking a deep breath and hoping it would just look like he was tired and not that he'd been actually in tears.]

What's wrong?

[Spam]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. Arya had been right at the door, she'd heard those sounds. Just because it's been so long since SHE cried doesn't mean she can't recognize the sounds. It had made her more determined to get in, but in the seconds between the cease of those sounds and the door opening, she wasn't so certain anymore.

Why was he crying? Had she caused it? Was he sick, hurt? He hadn't been, when they'd come back. All the determination faded, and she started chewing on her lips again.]

Why are you crying?

[Spam]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all the people who could have caught him, of course it had to be Arya.]

I'm not- [Alright, there's really no use lying about it, so have an awkward sniffle and trying to brush all this off like it's not a big deal.]

It's just been a long couple days.

[darknessb4me]

You can fall off from anywhere, including Zero.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[What. Wrinkling her brain, Arthas.] But there's nowhere to fall to.

[darknessb4me]

I didn't say it made sense.

[truth_is_cold]

The machinery they were using was polluting the atmosphere.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

How?

[truth_is_cold]

The things that machines use to work, early machines, left behind a great deal of hazardous materials. Fuel that burned but had ash that caught in the air and clouds. Parts that eroded with acid. And bred so often they needed more machines and more space, more than there was land to live on.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

Go where? The port? Nah, we stayed in. Why, did you?

[Someone's communicator has been pretty much off for the entirety of the port... which, let's face it, is probably a good thing, or Arya would be getting her ribs crushed right now.]

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[And rib crushing is bad >| you show affection with arm punches with her.]

Yes. It was strange, I've never seen a world like that, and they take your heart and your lungs if you can't pay them.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

[It's coming, Arya. Prepare yourself.]

They what?? Jesus, are you okay?

Text

[washerlocket]

I don't think people can chose.

Text

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Did you fall off?

Text

[washerlocket]

No. But I watched the people who have.

Private

[snownotstark]

[Truth. Wolves > everything]

I promised him you would train her well.

Private

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You talked to him? [How often do you do this. :|a]

Re: Private

[snownotstark]

[EVERY DAY :|]

He asked my opinion.

voice; private

[trenchcoatedly]

[Someone sounds even more scratchy than usual.]

I don't think you're stupid.

voice; private

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Humph. Stop being nice, she doesn't know how to take that.] Why not?

Re: voice; private

[trenchcoatedly]

[cough] The sentiments you expressed were under the flood. And normal.

[ Text : Private ] Arya's Dean tag is deceptively ironic. XD

[surfaceshine]

[Normally, Dean would be more smartass about his reply; but he's not feeling so hot right now, so you get text, Arya, and you get a rare grave moment.]

Consider it forgotten.

[ Text : Private ] LMAO welp. XD

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She doesn't have much to say to that, because he isn't pack to her, and she doesn't think she wants him to be, either. Stupid awful floods messing with her.]

Good.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

Where would I have gotten a knife?

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Me. You can have mine.