"If you're about a hundred, then Mr Methuselah must be about five hundred." it startles a tiny laugh out of her and she does manage a small, tearful smile. It's a little silly of him, he's definitely not about a hundred.
It's cold, but at least it's a little warmer inside. Even just being in here is comforting, the quiet stillness.
"I always feel like my dad does. Know things for certain, I mean. He's the pastor of our church, he always knows the right thing to say."
'And the light shines in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.' Katie, you'll always be my brightest light against the dark. But he's not here, and she misses him terribly. All she has are his words on a postcard. She hurt him terribly, before she came here. He sent her those words even though she hurt him.
"Is that... why you're not a Captain anymore?" she asks, tentatively. "Lieutenant Little calls you it, but you don't. I don't think I've heard anyone else call you it, either. Is it... because of what happened, with the Tunnbaq? And the... whiskey?"
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It's cold, but at least it's a little warmer inside. Even just being in here is comforting, the quiet stillness.
"I always feel like my dad does. Know things for certain, I mean. He's the pastor of our church, he always knows the right thing to say."
'And the light shines in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.' Katie, you'll always be my brightest light against the dark. But he's not here, and she misses him terribly. All she has are his words on a postcard. She hurt him terribly, before she came here. He sent her those words even though she hurt him.
"Is that... why you're not a Captain anymore?" she asks, tentatively. "Lieutenant Little calls you it, but you don't. I don't think I've heard anyone else call you it, either. Is it... because of what happened, with the Tunnbaq? And the... whiskey?"