originally posted in:The New Dojo
She hugged him then, and sat on the bench
"I'm sorry for what I said.
But....I'm just not sure if I can do this anymore.
I can't even fight outside of sniping and piloting my ship."
She said desperately
"If I join I can't even fight."
English
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"[b]Who said anything about only fighting? You seem to be forgetting the lying, scheming, swindling, blackmail, and intimidation aspect.[/b]" Drake said as comfortingly as he could muster, returning the hug with his prosthetic arm only. "[b]You're more than just a hired gun, or a pilot Alpha. You're the spirit of the crew, the glue that kept us all together. If you don't wanna fight, then I'd never make you.[/b]"
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"....you mean that, Drake?" She looked up, her eye a little misty. "I.....never thought you guys felt that way..."
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"[b]Well, Sawyer and I aren't exactly the [i]feeling[/i] type... most of the time. But yeah Alpha, of course I mean it.[/b]" Drake looked at her reassuringly, his face showing the faintest vestiges of wear since she'd last examined him well. "[b]So, whaddya say? You still in?[/b]"
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"....Yeah. Somebody has to patch your asses up." She said with a laugh
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Sawyer stood a few feet removed from the two, grinning devilishly at the two's embrace and the flow of emotions between them, Drake's rare sympathy and Alpha's misty-eyed reassurance. He loved to see the two reunited, how Alpha began to accept him and how, as a small miracle, Drake opened himself to her. It did not make him cry, as the ducts that inhibited the tears had long withered and become archaic remnants of his childhood. But something within his chest surged, something that pressed upon his chest and made his skin begin to itch and his breast pocket begin to surge with energy. "I'm here too," Sawyer said meekly, switching his gaze between him, his hands arching into his breast pocket as a bag of pills and edibles rattled. He opened it easily with his callused forefinger and popped a pink tablet into his mouth, the vise of his jaw pulverizing it to dust.