Breaking the Spirit

[Heresy]

Tim stayed a few nights in emergency housing erected by the Bretonian government. He simply observed the other people, sobbing, crying, grieving and ... well, in his view, whining. He himself hadnt lost anything of real value, but what did he have to lose at this point? His entire family was dead by one cause or another, hed already felt what they were feeling, and he was scarily numb to it now. Not because he was suppressing it, but because he truly didnt care anymore.

Of much more concern to Tim was that he needed to find a means to earn his keep again. He thought of many paths he could take, even visiting that backstreet shipdealer that he had purchased his Eagle from. Maybe, but that area had probably been flattened too. He was truely at a loss as to where he could get a high tier ship from. There werent many for sale in Bretonia, and his pride didnt allow him to see Tobias.

Come to think of it, he hadnt written to Tobias in a while... that was the first thing hed start on. Letting him know that he was alright after this catastrophe was the least he could do, and it would make him feel better even if Tobias didnt care anymore.

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