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'Noble and famous indeed thou shalt be, but transitory and soon gone.'
[The backdrop to Lancer's reminiscence today seemed to be his room in the breeding center...and behind him was what appeared to be one hell of a hoarded cache of various bottles of alcohol. The half-empty one he was holding might have explained why his tone and phrasing were notably more serious than usual.]
Somebody said that to me when I was a little kid. Prophecies were kind of a big deal back then. But me, I was the kind of glory-seeking dumbass that didn't really care about consequences. Hell, I still don't. But here's the thing, y'know--I think that was wrong the whole time. Yeah, yeah, I got famous and whatever, and maybe thirty's not the ideal age for somebody to die at, but I outlived...everybody. Just about everybody that mattered, at least. My teacher, my kid, even my adoptive father got offed long before I did.
[Shrugging, Lancer poured himself drink number Who Knows and drained the glass in one quick motion before he continued.]
Here's what I'm getting at: I've been here a long time. Too long for most, but I have to say being stuck here in itself doesn't bother me. Still...every so often I catch myself thinking 'so how long until the rest of you disappear into thin goddamned air?' And I wonder if this is the epitome of my miserable luck, living out a normal life while everybody around me keeps coming and going without so much as a 'see you later, Lancer' or even a 'good riddance, stupid'.
Guess at this rate, I'm just gonna have to live with everyone else being the transitory ones. [He sighed, and the sound seemed irritated rather than punctuating the unhappiness that seemed to be in his words.] What a pain. I ain't even sure how people deal with this anymore...aside from drinking. I kind of got that one covered.
[The backdrop to Lancer's reminiscence today seemed to be his room in the breeding center...and behind him was what appeared to be one hell of a hoarded cache of various bottles of alcohol. The half-empty one he was holding might have explained why his tone and phrasing were notably more serious than usual.]
Somebody said that to me when I was a little kid. Prophecies were kind of a big deal back then. But me, I was the kind of glory-seeking dumbass that didn't really care about consequences. Hell, I still don't. But here's the thing, y'know--I think that was wrong the whole time. Yeah, yeah, I got famous and whatever, and maybe thirty's not the ideal age for somebody to die at, but I outlived...everybody. Just about everybody that mattered, at least. My teacher, my kid, even my adoptive father got offed long before I did.
[Shrugging, Lancer poured himself drink number Who Knows and drained the glass in one quick motion before he continued.]
Here's what I'm getting at: I've been here a long time. Too long for most, but I have to say being stuck here in itself doesn't bother me. Still...every so often I catch myself thinking 'so how long until the rest of you disappear into thin goddamned air?' And I wonder if this is the epitome of my miserable luck, living out a normal life while everybody around me keeps coming and going without so much as a 'see you later, Lancer' or even a 'good riddance, stupid'.
Guess at this rate, I'm just gonna have to live with everyone else being the transitory ones. [He sighed, and the sound seemed irritated rather than punctuating the unhappiness that seemed to be in his words.] What a pain. I ain't even sure how people deal with this anymore...aside from drinking. I kind of got that one covered.
