Still Alone [Open]

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If there was one thing Shadow hated to admit? It was being hurt. Not physically, mind you; emotionally. He was the bad ass, the guy who would never tell you how he was feeling even if you tortured him right there.

If he was willing, he'd tell you the reason why he was hurt - his rejection from Rogue Squadron just for being "too short". Sure, it was probably a childish thing to feel, but at the same time, he felt justified. At a time where you're one of the last people left in the multiverse, why hold back?

Every time he thought of the incident, it made his blood boil. Part of him, Stacy willing, wanted him to find one of those precious "X-Wings" and ram it into that stupid office.

"Maybe I do deserve to be an "Outsider"." Shadow muttered from a perch up on a rooftop. "Because I sure as hell isn't going to be any help elsewhere..."

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That was something he didn’t have to tell her. She knew that she had a place; she just didn’t find it quite yet. She was still feeling her way about the ships mysterious rooms and places. She was still trying to wrap her head around how everyone got to this place, she knew something with Stacy and all that stuff, but she still didn’t understand why she was chosen. There were so many different people that could fight or geniuses that could do math and engineering and she could not. Why her? “I know that.” She chuckled, “I just don’t know why I was brought here. There were so many better choices then me. I’m happy though to have been lucky enough to be chosen by Stacy, it just makes me wonder why I was really brought here in the first place.” The brunette chuckled softly and smiled “If there’s a kitchen…perhaps I’ll cook for everyone. It may be something small, but I think it could help a lot.”

Tohru knew that some people became comfortable in a new place with the type of food that was there. If there was something good and familiar to them, they would feel a bit more comfortable. It helped with Kisa when she was staying at Shigure’s house. Her mother told Tohru how she liked her meals and what she liked to eat, so Tohru made them for her so she would become more comfortable around Tohru and maybe get her to talk again. She felt bad for the little girl. Then the thought came to her mind. Did she and Hiro survive? They were only in middle school! They couldn’t be gone! How…how awful and cruel that would be! They had a bright future ahead of them. Tohru understood if she had been killed, and they had lived, she would have been happy. She lived eighteen years of life, and they were good years! She wouldn’t complain. When that thought buzzed into her mind and steadily moved to the constant worrying back of her mind, she turned to Shadow again and listened to what he had to say.

“Well…” she began, “…that’s a bit of a sad thought.” She was honest. Tohru was almost, always honest. There were times where she kept the truth hidden or away from the eyes of the others, but those times were always rare. “I don’t think that you should give up on doing something you want. Perhaps, try another way. There has to be some sort of other…fighting group on the ship that you would do a thousand times better for!” There had to be. The ship was big enough, and obviously they would be fighting some sort of strange enemies along their travels.