mental link | day: 36

[wrackful]

[Exhaustion buzzes dimly, resignation a bitter aftertaste. It's a clear sensation that Murphy doesn't want to be doing this, but that somehow, he's ended up feeling it's his best option.]

( I need a ride to the station. Someone who can fly the shuttle. )

[The request is in his tone, even if he doesn't extend a please. And before his teammates can weigh in:]

( It'll be a round trip. Can't miss stage three of the alien crazy death show, can we. )

[The last is absolutely dry as a bone.]

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[travailed]

( Are you okay? )

[Well, like.

She thinks somebody should ask.]

[wrackful]

[It's still kind of a surprise to have anyone asking him that. One, because he isn't used to people caring, and two, because okay hasn't really meant anything for a long time.]

( Sure. We're stuck playing in some weirdass alien game for some mystery special prize, but I'm still alive. Still got all my limbs. )

[It's a low bar, but the bitterness of pointing that out isn't really directed at her. It's just standard.]