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[turned_captain]

Thar be a ship in the ocean inlet o'the lake.

Yarrr.

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[turned_captain]

Will steps back into the centre of the neck, a subtle movement of his arm inviting Teja to come towards the cabin.

"And what is making the bar such a great afterlife for you at present?"

[ostro_goth]

Teja follows, nodding gratitude.

"Peace," he says. "I have never had true peace, while alive. Now, I may have friends, play new music from the future, and learn new forge-craft -- in peace! I may love in peace, and the horses I keep will, most likely, never see battle."

[turned_captain]

Maybe Will understands. Now he brings peace, he's at his happiest.

"Love?"

But that's the interesting part.

[ostro_goth]

Teja nods.

"A feeling I could ill afford, in my war-torn world, when I was alive," he says.

[turned_captain]

Will gives a small, smile. "When I was alive, it was all I ever had."

It's all he has now, as well.

[ostro_goth]

"I had my people," Teja says. "My friends. My duty, my purpose, and my oath. My grief for that which was lost."