[ Even from outside the door, he senses the wax and wane of Samuel Vane's spirits. Mercurial, moonlike, tossed about like tides on that heavenly body's call. Fitting, for a man of the sea. That they both must know, though it doesn't make the frequent visits easier. A dearth of luck makes men shrewd and resourceful, but so often at the risk of ghostly accumulation.
Subaru answers, dressed even at night because he so rarely tires enough. He inclines his head. ]
Captain. [ and then he steps aside, door held ajar. ] Come in.
[ This space is his and yet also not his, blessed only by the necessity of others. ]
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Subaru answers, dressed even at night because he so rarely tires enough. He inclines his head. ]
Captain. [ and then he steps aside, door held ajar. ] Come in.
[ This space is his and yet also not his, blessed only by the necessity of others. ]
What do you hear them say?