[ Humans finding a reason to celebrate must be some kind of constant across the multiverse. People on the station would find any excuse they could to party — although admittedly, Maine didn't like their take on festivities. And back in his universe, people were much the same. The war had obliterated so much of humanity that the survivors leaped at any reason to celebrate.
What were the celebrations like after the war? When did the party stop, and the bloodshed resume? (Because it always resumes. Always.)
He pulls himself from his thoughts. Focuses on that dry tone and what seems to be an invitation. ]
They at war?
[ He hasn't heard anything about one, but who knows? Maybe knowledge of it is so omnipresent that discussing it seems pointless. Wouldn't be the first time Maine's encountered that. ]
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What were the celebrations like after the war? When did the party stop, and the bloodshed resume? (Because it always resumes. Always.)
He pulls himself from his thoughts. Focuses on that dry tone and what seems to be an invitation. ]
They at war?
[ He hasn't heard anything about one, but who knows? Maybe knowledge of it is so omnipresent that discussing it seems pointless. Wouldn't be the first time Maine's encountered that. ]