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thankyou4myheart…-elieve it? Three years…
[Deckard is sitting close to his comm drone, leaned forward. He's not looking at the camera, though. Is he even aware he's being recorded? Apparently not, seems he's just talking to the drone itself (which apparently thought he /did/ want to broadcast what he was saying and so has helpfully taken the initiative to do so – isn't that nice of it?). He shakes his head as he sits back.]
That means it's been three and a half since Yuuta and I first met. Hmm. I was only in service back home for nine months. I've been in service in Haven – one Haven or another – for about five times that now. [His gaze drops away from the drone, voice soft.] I miss him. Yuuta. I hope he and the others are all right. I hope . . . McCrane's all right. He must have made it back home. He . . . he has to have.
[A soft tone chimes just then, startling Deckard. He looks back up at the drone. It chimes again, adding a low twitter. Deckard stands with a small grin and places a hand on the drone.]
Fuel time, got it. Thank you.
[He steps away, passing out of camera view. A moment later, the feed shuts off.]
[Deckard is sitting close to his comm drone, leaned forward. He's not looking at the camera, though. Is he even aware he's being recorded? Apparently not, seems he's just talking to the drone itself (which apparently thought he /did/ want to broadcast what he was saying and so has helpfully taken the initiative to do so – isn't that nice of it?). He shakes his head as he sits back.]
That means it's been three and a half since Yuuta and I first met. Hmm. I was only in service back home for nine months. I've been in service in Haven – one Haven or another – for about five times that now. [His gaze drops away from the drone, voice soft.] I miss him. Yuuta. I hope he and the others are all right. I hope . . . McCrane's all right. He must have made it back home. He . . . he has to have.
[A soft tone chimes just then, startling Deckard. He looks back up at the drone. It chimes again, adding a low twitter. Deckard stands with a small grin and places a hand on the drone.]
Fuel time, got it. Thank you.
[He steps away, passing out of camera view. A moment later, the feed shuts off.]
