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[oddbod]

[Because it's late, and she doesn't sleep, and she misses her home, and the four metal walls are making her skin crawl - ]

Tell me about your world.

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[notyourrookie]

Don't have one.

[oddbod]

Bit of a nomad, then?

[notyourrookie]

You could say that. I'm military.

[And well, technically he's now a felon on the run but those are just technicalities.]

[oddbod]

Yeah? What branch?

[She knows a bit about it. A very little bit.]

[notyourrookie]

I'm a marine.

[oddbod]

There seem to be quite a lot of those here. Maybe our kidnappers were looking for a certain skill set.

[notyourrookie]

If they're building an army, you'd think there'd be better ways to go about it

[oddbod]

Maybe they tried the better ways. Maybe they aren't very good at it.

[notyourrookie]

They dragged a load of people here, supposedly from different realities. I'm inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt.

[oddbod]

Where were you dragged from? Maybe you don't have a home, but you had to have been somewhere.

[notyourrookie]

I've been to lots of places. Most of them were awful.

[oddbod]

"Most" isn't "all".

[Yes, she's curious and naggy.]

[notyourrookie]

The rest of them became awful or no longer exist.

[oddbod]

[Well, shit.]

I'm sorry. You deserve a place that you can call home. I hope you find it, one day.

[notyourrookie]

I will take a place where I'm not risking my life every couple of days.

[oddbod]

I guess that's another way we're different, you and I.

[notyourrookie]

I've been in the army since I was eighteen, in the middle of a war against an enemy that wants to drive humans to extinction. I've been manipulated, stabbed in the back and seen everyone I know killed.

Forgive me if I want a fucking rest.

[oddbod]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You deserve all the rest you can get, after all that. I just meant that I hate being stationary and safe.

[notyourrookie]

The novelty of danger wears off quickly.