voice- un: brightness_kholin

[veristitalian]

People have been vanishing. Not many, not often, not at a volume where we've noticed quickly, but a small number of the ones who initially arrived here have simply disappeared. They've been vanishing since before the doors into space opened, and at enough of a rate that we'd notice the diminishing number of suits if they were all falling off the station into the black.

Initially I had assumed it must be because this place is dangerous. If that were the case we should be tripping over the corpses by now. We clearly aren't.

Comments

[creatio]

my brother.

( Which still causes a mess of complicated feelings in her every time she admits it. )

he tried to kill me once. so there's no love lost.

[veristitalian]

Your brother tried to kill you?

[It makes her frown, thinking of her own- and what she'd have done to protect him.

[creatio]

so did me dad.

( She doesn't know why she is being so blasé. )

they were kind of evil.

[veristitalian]

Well. You must be relieved to find youself on your own, that being the case.

[creatio]

you can say that. nobody's tried to stab me in weeks. it's a relief.

[veristitalian]

Here's a question, then. If there had been violence, if he had stabbed you, or someone else- what would you have liked to have happen here?

[creatio]

apart from me fighting back?
i don't know, what do people do to bad guys in space? lock them up somewhere?