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[ he sends a screenshot of the messages: ]
I am here, but twice. I am not where I am meant to be. Is a test a cruelty or a kindness?
Try the cryopods.
[ then: ] having fun yet?
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Now we've got a ghost with a sense of humor.
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How can I help?
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Apollo thinks there might be some kind of morgue on 7 not like we can get there either.
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[Bored. Right.]
We could devise teams, but if they put up as much fight as operations, it's gonna be a bitch.
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We can't be any more split than we are already, it wouldn't hurt to get organized.
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Could work, depending on turnout.
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But I'll see what I can do anyway.
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I have every faith in your ability to charm the masses. [ aka he's watching you son ]
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[ ha dead guy jokes. they're never not funny amirite ]
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[Because he can't very well say aloud "eat something green, Miller." "Sleep, Miller." But he thinks it. A firm Captain's prayer for his new, growing crew.]
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