[ it's ugly the way it protrudes from the skin, but it doesn't seem to bother him when she touches it. ]
It's supposed to be good for a while, maybe forever. Doesn't matter much to a dead guy, I guess.
[ he rolls back down his sleeve and leans back on his elbow to look up at the feed. his eye closes as he remembers the rocinante, what it was like finding his place there. ]
For a while, yeah. When Holden and me got back to the Roci we were all jacked up. Cancer- so Naomi fixed us up. It didn't take me long to find my friend Semi in the cargohold though. Amos shot him through-and-through. When we split up, Naomi gave Holden three hours to get back and we ran out the clock. Semi wanted to leave and Amos doesn't like it when people threaten Naomi, so he paid the price.
[ just another person who had, for trusting in him, he supposes. miller sighs. ]
But yeah, I bunked up with them for a while. The Belters put together a Strike Team to go back down and round up all the scientists who released that blue plague on all those people. They did it on purpose, to study what happened so they could figure out how to weaponize it later. Holden tried to get me to stay behind, but I went down and it's a good thing I did otherwise they would've killed every last one of the people who could get us answers. I managed to get 'em to stop shooting long enough to save one guy, and he spilled the beans on the whole project. But the Captain didn't like when I put a bullet in the project manager myself. A guy that evil, there's nothing we could've learned from him worth the slime it'd get on us. That's like making a deal with a demon.
[ miller rubs at his eye and takes a breath. ]
So he kicked me out. I was off the team. You know, until all that shit with the Nauvoo and Fred Johnson later. Is any of this making any kind of sense?
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It's supposed to be good for a while, maybe forever. Doesn't matter much to a dead guy, I guess.
[ he rolls back down his sleeve and leans back on his elbow to look up at the feed. his eye closes as he remembers the rocinante, what it was like finding his place there. ]
For a while, yeah. When Holden and me got back to the Roci we were all jacked up. Cancer- so Naomi fixed us up. It didn't take me long to find my friend Semi in the cargohold though. Amos shot him through-and-through. When we split up, Naomi gave Holden three hours to get back and we ran out the clock. Semi wanted to leave and Amos doesn't like it when people threaten Naomi, so he paid the price.
[ just another person who had, for trusting in him, he supposes. miller sighs. ]
But yeah, I bunked up with them for a while. The Belters put together a Strike Team to go back down and round up all the scientists who released that blue plague on all those people. They did it on purpose, to study what happened so they could figure out how to weaponize it later. Holden tried to get me to stay behind, but I went down and it's a good thing I did otherwise they would've killed every last one of the people who could get us answers. I managed to get 'em to stop shooting long enough to save one guy, and he spilled the beans on the whole project. But the Captain didn't like when I put a bullet in the project manager myself. A guy that evil, there's nothing we could've learned from him worth the slime it'd get on us. That's like making a deal with a demon.
[ miller rubs at his eye and takes a breath. ]
So he kicked me out. I was off the team. You know, until all that shit with the Nauvoo and Fred Johnson later. Is any of this making any kind of sense?