“No like carry soldier, Sea Swirl. Blood, no blood, it not matter. But carry soldier, because carry soldier my purpose. Why I here. If not fight, who fight? Who carry you?”

“...But who carries you when you need help most, Reckless?”

The ex-sergeant’s eyes softened. “I carry. If was fortunate one, would not be alone.”

“You could teach me to think the way you do. I wouldn’t mind being your voice, if you’ll be my eyes and ears.”

“How mean?”

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I continue to update Sea Dreams. More than likely, I’ll miss my personal February deadline for it, because depression is creeping back, both naturally and because of work. But I’ll try and write.

In addition, a misaligned overview of my projects (read: what I’ve been thinking about):

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