Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

Humming, she decided to humor him for now.

"...Well, I informed you back in Baffin what became of him. How he died on that expedition. Drowned beneath an ocean, quite literally and metaphorically from his own insanity...

Before he was badly damaged, he was a caring man. Intelligent. Creative. Fair. Understanding. He knew when to put his foot down, and when to allow an open perspective... Most importantly, he did listen. He changed. I invited him in to the Battleground - at the time - from his ragtag group of freelance operatives - the "Initiative" - mostly seeking to find the Nomads - you knew them for stealing a Liberty Dreadnought. How they managed to pull it off, I don't remember. They had links within the Navy at the time. Well, in the end, we merged, changed, and had integrated many types of people from across the sector."

Sighing, there was a bit of remorse, dread. She missed him dearly - she still clearly remembered him - despite the shattered memory - their experiences were thoroughly ingrained into her mind. Amongst feelings for him, other concerns were held, primarily the loss of life over the years. But she did her best to hide her feelings, focusing on the larger picture at hand, reorientating herself with purpose. She raised up the wine glass, taking a prolonged drink, trying to not dwell in the past.