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This whole fucking world is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of shit. What's the fucking point? Huh? Like someone somewhere is like: Faye, the universe is giving you one shot at happiness and that's all you're fucking getting. Is this really as much as I deserve? Shit. It probably is. So whatever happens to this place... it's over. Any promise of love and happiness is over. Shot to hell.

*And thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she's been knocking back, her anger turns to sadness. Anyone who knows Faye will know that she must be pretty wasted because she doesn't offer up her vulnerable side to anyone*

They killed him... the filthy bastard monsters... they killed him. Because he saved me first. He made me safe...and now he's gone. Always, always trying to keep me safe. And he's gone...

*The next noise she made was a strangled mix between a sob and a scream*

He's supposed to come back! That's the rule! The dead come back. So where is he? Where is he?!

Why haven't you come back to me...?

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Faye, calm down. This ain't helpin'. For all you know, something could be delayin' him, this ain't really an exact science.

What difference does it make? If I'm calm, if I'm crazy...he's not here.

And actin' like this ain't gonna' get him here faster.

So? What else am I gonna do? Huh? Who even cares anymore? Can do what I want...

Do you need some help? Maybe someone to talk face-to-face with?

I'm sorry.

[Dave doesn't know what else to say. He's lost plenty of people before and felt just as hopeless, but he feels personally responsible this time. If only he could've gotten there faster. Maybe if he'd just used his flash step he could've saved Thash. He doesn't know.]

Maybe he'll still come back? After the zombie thing is over.

[Dave doesn't want to think about what might happen if Thash came back now. Having to kill him right after losing him would be so fucked up.]

Not your fault. It's fucking Jones's fault! Or mine... or his. Why did he have to save me first?

*She sounds pretty miserable about the whole thing, pausing to take another gulp of rum*

He has to come back. He HAS to.

Help? Only if you can bring him back. Or bring me some cake. My face is terrible right now...but I could use some company.

I can at least manage the cake bit, if you really want it. A type would be nice to know.

Chocolate. Any and all chocolate. As much as you can carry!!

Okay, you on your ship?

Sprawled on my bed like the queen of fucking everything.

[It takes about 15 minutes to get nav to the main island, haggle for a cake that looks chocolatey-enough, and use the navs there to port to her ship, but eventually he makes it there. He makes his way to her room and knocks.]

Yo, Faye.

Come in and join the party...

*She sounds far from amused. Faye has at least managed to sit up, her hair messily tied up, no make up, wearing a pj vest and shorts*

So sorry you had to see me like this...

*She waved a wobbly arm at the mess around her, which included a few empty bottles of rum, plus a bottle of wine she was holding*

Ah, it's not that bad.

[He placed down the cake with a fork and knife for her.]

Boy, you've been hittin' the bottle hard.

It's utterly miserable... And yes, I have. Nothing better to do.

*Faye put down the wine bottle to pick up the plate with the cake. She used the fork to start eating up the cake with a reasonable pace, and patted the apace beside her on the bed*

[Akira just watched her go as he sat down, flopping back on the bed and folding his hands behind his head.]

Look, worst case scenario, he gets to go home. Seems okay to me.

Does it?

*Faye frowns at him as she swallows another bite and impatiently licks her lips*

One, I'm not there. Two, he hates his home world. Nothing about him being home is okay.

I hate mine too, but I've got business to handle anyway. Things are tough all over.

Things are shit everywhere and anywhere.

*Faye sighs and wriggles closer to him, holding out the plate to offer him whatever is left on it*

I'll pass, sweets have never really been more forte'. I'll take a steak over a cake, any day. Could be the wolf in me, maybe.

*She sighs and puts the plate down, then picks up the bottle of wine, though only half is left*

How about a drink then? Or are you still too much a wolfy for alcohol?

Doesn't do anything for me. You go ahead and drink all you like, I'll make sure you don't pass out and choke.

Though you'll have a hell of a hangover, tomorrow.

*Faye slammed the bottle back down on the table, then whined quietly as she moved to rest her head on his shoulder*

I thought you were supposed to be making me feel better...

I'm just tryin' to brace you in case he doesn't return. You need to just take it in stride, in case things don't turn out the way you want 'em to. I'm not great at comfort, Faye.

[He let her lean on him where he lay, figuring that she needed some sort of reassuring contact.]

Just give it a bit more time. I'm sure he's held up.

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