assigns libby protag of atlas six

[hasteful]

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[medeian]

[she gives him a little wave as she comes in]

Weird that they've got this in an afterlife, right?

[hasteful]

A bit.

[ . . . he looks thoughtful for a moment, looking back up at all the religious imagery]

... this doesn't feel like any paradise that I could've dreamed up.

[medeian]

[glancing up at it]

Yeah? What would you have dreamed of instead?

[hasteful]

[a moment's pause, before he laughs sheepishly]

I dunno. I don't think swords get to go to paradise.

At least I probably won't.

[medeian]

...Why you, specifically?

[hasteful]

Mm... because I'm probably gonna stop existing after all this? One way or another.

[medeian]

[help]

I - what? Why?

[hasteful]

Oh.

[sheepishly, like he forgot to mention something casual - ]

Well... humans lost track of me a while ago. My blade, I mean. There's not even pictures or diagrams of me, so some people wonder if I ever really existed at all? After all, if there's only a name - what is that proof of?

So once I finish up my mission and no longer have a need for this body [places a hand over his heart] then I'll probably... disappear?

[medeian]

But you... I mean - won't there be other missions? More for you to do?

[hasteful]

Oh sure, for a while. But it's all part of a bigger war and... I mean, we want the war to end, because that means that humans can be at peace.

But when it's done...

[just. a little shrug. the look on his face is a little complicated, but just a tad bit resigned]

[medeian]

[pausing, rubbing her shirt sleeve between her thumb and index finger]

What about what you want?