[Joseph. A name only used for him by critics or his mother, and he doesn't need Cathaway to take the form of either. He wallows for a moment in the useless miasma of memory, then breaks the surface and remembers he also came here to drink. Another can is pulled free from the plastic rings. He punctures the mouth piece with the tab using only his middle finger.]
Bored.
[The question is there, hovering and flitting between them like a hummingbird. When is the next mission? What will next give him purpose and let all that energy move?]
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Bored.
[The question is there, hovering and flitting between them like a hummingbird. When is the next mission? What will next give him purpose and let all that energy move?]