In some way, Regulus didn't really dislike the crew of this ship. He certainly didn't like cleaning the deck. Or working in general. But he understood the logic behind the rules here. The crew was just trying to... run a ship? Regulus didn't know how a ship really worked or the proper way to describe what the crew was doing. But it didn't matter. He at least understood the shape of the concepts here. And if he looked past his dislike of all things work-related, the crew weren't bad people, mostly; in some ways, they were a step above the last crowd he'd associated with.
Not that he was ready to admit this out loud to anyone yet. Or that anyone would care about his evolving opinions.
So reading to the crew like he enjoyed it, it was, as if this were normal in every way.
"A cautionary tale for all of us," he said, carrying on as before.
Heft - yes, surely that was referring to the man's intangible qualities.
"But Marius also lived," Regulus continued, doing his best to pull out words that sympathize with Mr. Eames - if not fully for Mr. Eames' sake, but to also not turn this moment on a spark of anger. "And he did not let hardship get in the way of his happiness."
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Not that he was ready to admit this out loud to anyone yet. Or that anyone would care about his evolving opinions.
So reading to the crew like he enjoyed it, it was, as if this were normal in every way.
"A cautionary tale for all of us," he said, carrying on as before.
Heft - yes, surely that was referring to the man's intangible qualities.
"But Marius also lived," Regulus continued, doing his best to pull out words that sympathize with Mr. Eames - if not fully for Mr. Eames' sake, but to also not turn this moment on a spark of anger. "And he did not let hardship get in the way of his happiness."