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Oct. 2nd, 2014 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sentinel_namelessIs all a blur.
Last day of Noelle's visit. It was going well. Every conversation since she arrived was about the house.
While she was here, arranged to have my Thavan's things and last of my things that are not with me on Tethys shipped from storage to the house.
She became impatient with me because seemed uninterested in looking at pictures of obscenely overstuffed couches. Told her to pick out what she wanted. Somehow it escalated into argument about whether or not I ever answer questions she asks of me. Don't know how it escalated. Told her am not a machine that just spits out whatever answer she wants to hear whenever she wants to hear it.
This was last conversation before parted at Starbase One. She embraced me. She was weeping into my uniform collar.
Next, she has left and I am standing in the forward lounge with Shlev. Staring at same thing everyone else staring at. Behemoth that has emerged from rift in space. Does not move, nothing does.
And then am back on duty. Ship lurched. Like someone kicked it. When all departments have reported in and data tabulated we learn we are... for all we know, on the other side of the universe.
Noelle does not know if I am alive or dead. Nor does Thil. My family on Andor does not know, either. But they probably have advantage of not caring.
Last conversation with Noelle was about whether or not ever answer the questions that may never have chance to answer.
Last day of Noelle's visit. It was going well. Every conversation since she arrived was about the house.
While she was here, arranged to have my Thavan's things and last of my things that are not with me on Tethys shipped from storage to the house.
She became impatient with me because seemed uninterested in looking at pictures of obscenely overstuffed couches. Told her to pick out what she wanted. Somehow it escalated into argument about whether or not I ever answer questions she asks of me. Don't know how it escalated. Told her am not a machine that just spits out whatever answer she wants to hear whenever she wants to hear it.
This was last conversation before parted at Starbase One. She embraced me. She was weeping into my uniform collar.
Next, she has left and I am standing in the forward lounge with Shlev. Staring at same thing everyone else staring at. Behemoth that has emerged from rift in space. Does not move, nothing does.
And then am back on duty. Ship lurched. Like someone kicked it. When all departments have reported in and data tabulated we learn we are... for all we know, on the other side of the universe.
Noelle does not know if I am alive or dead. Nor does Thil. My family on Andor does not know, either. But they probably have advantage of not caring.
Last conversation with Noelle was about whether or not ever answer the questions that may never have chance to answer.
