[As Nebula looks over the swords, D'Artagnan leans against the wall between two shelving units, crossing his arms at his ribs, chewing at the inside of his lower lip.]
That's a long time, and to be thrust back here where it all... returns to you.
[It's difficult for him to imagine, as he's never left, but recently there'd been two others gone a year and returned, though they'd only been asleep for a matter of days. Nebula has been gone months, though he's forgotten how many, exactly when it is she'd left. Sighing to himself, something between exasperated and resigned, he shrugs a bit, his tone dry and without much inflection, despite the subject he speaks on.]
Regarding the complications, I'd drawn away from rebellion for a time. I stopped fighting, for someone I love, and it proved poor choice I'd realised. That complication, I'm done with. The other, I'd been too outspoken. I forget if you were here for Tumenalia, but that's when they did it. I'd a citation for warning people of it. They tortured me, sessions of electric shocks to make me associate sedition and dissent with pain. It worked, too well, and I... still feel them if I think certain things. I can't control this... twitching, and it's difficult to speak.
[It's very much a problem, and he's only recently accepted it for what it's become. Shifting, he points one finger at his temple.]
The damage is irreparable, I've been told. I'd thought to fix it, many times, before I understood that. Whatever we do now, I'll be a liability, but I'll not break from this again, the resistance. I've things I can do and not get in the way. Organisation, notes, clandestine meetings in small measures.
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That's a long time, and to be thrust back here where it all... returns to you.
[It's difficult for him to imagine, as he's never left, but recently there'd been two others gone a year and returned, though they'd only been asleep for a matter of days. Nebula has been gone months, though he's forgotten how many, exactly when it is she'd left. Sighing to himself, something between exasperated and resigned, he shrugs a bit, his tone dry and without much inflection, despite the subject he speaks on.]
Regarding the complications, I'd drawn away from rebellion for a time. I stopped fighting, for someone I love, and it proved poor choice I'd realised. That complication, I'm done with. The other, I'd been too outspoken. I forget if you were here for Tumenalia, but that's when they did it. I'd a citation for warning people of it. They tortured me, sessions of electric shocks to make me associate sedition and dissent with pain. It worked, too well, and I... still feel them if I think certain things. I can't control this... twitching, and it's difficult to speak.
[It's very much a problem, and he's only recently accepted it for what it's become. Shifting, he points one finger at his temple.]
The damage is irreparable, I've been told. I'd thought to fix it, many times, before I understood that. Whatever we do now, I'll be a liability, but I'll not break from this again, the resistance. I've things I can do and not get in the way. Organisation, notes, clandestine meetings in small measures.