[ Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but it's better than being stuck in a prison ship or dying out on Chorus. Ephemera misses his rig, but he has to admit that walking around in a city where no one's encased in power armor all the time is almost pleasant. People seem less inclined to hurt each other, to pull their guns for casual arguments.
Part of him likes it. He doesn't know whether he wants to go back home or not, and that's a concerning thought. He's been trying not to dwell on it, in the meantime. ]
Was.
[ He rolls up the sleeve on his right arm, baring the grinning skull tattoo. There's a burn scar cutting across the center, but the ink's recently been touched up.]
Ran with the ODST for a while. Did my own thing after that. And now I'm here.
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[ Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but it's better than being stuck in a prison ship or dying out on Chorus. Ephemera misses his rig, but he has to admit that walking around in a city where no one's encased in power armor all the time is almost pleasant. People seem less inclined to hurt each other, to pull their guns for casual arguments.
Part of him likes it. He doesn't know whether he wants to go back home or not, and that's a concerning thought. He's been trying not to dwell on it, in the meantime. ]
Was.
[ He rolls up the sleeve on his right arm, baring the grinning skull tattoo. There's a burn scar cutting across the center, but the ink's recently been touched up.]
Ran with the ODST for a while. Did my own thing after that. And now I'm here.