Something like that. I guess whatever demon laid the curse down hundreds of years ago thought they'd give us a magical booster shot to try and make the whole thing a little more even.
[ There's a scoff from her, but it doesn't really have any bite to it — partly because she's so tired, beyond the point of exhaustion that she's kind of running on fumes, but the other part is that she's just accepted what she has, who she is now.
She glances down at the glass in her hand, idly using her hand to swirl its contents around, and then takes another sip from it. ]
Sometimes I think about what's happening back home. You know, without me. Do they even know I'm gone? Stranded in space with a shitty excuse for whiskey?
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[ There's a scoff from her, but it doesn't really have any bite to it — partly because she's so tired, beyond the point of exhaustion that she's kind of running on fumes, but the other part is that she's just accepted what she has, who she is now.
She glances down at the glass in her hand, idly using her hand to swirl its contents around, and then takes another sip from it. ]
Sometimes I think about what's happening back home. You know, without me. Do they even know I'm gone? Stranded in space with a shitty excuse for whiskey?