[He wants to argue, but it's only going to devolve into more of the same, he knows: she's chosen to be here and he hasn't, she's working for the Admiral and he's under his thumb. He can say it until he's blue in the face, but it's never going to be any less true. Not until he graduates, and that's still not any clearer for him, or she leaves -- and he doesn't actually want her to.
Frak, he doesn't know what he wants anymore.]
Fine. So it's a game. No resurrections, no immortality, just... practice.
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Frak, he doesn't know what he wants anymore.]
Fine. So it's a game. No resurrections, no immortality, just... practice.