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"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."

 

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... Nami? Are you alright?

[Are you gonna be alright? Do you need company? His tone asks as much.]

[namisan]

No. [Tiredly amused, in a not amused kind of way.] I guess I'm just tallying up how much more to hate the Atroma at this point.

[collegedropout]

... It sucks that we're collecting kidnappers to hate.

[namisan]

Yeah.

You get the impression they're upping their game, lately? We had such a long time of... nothing.

[collegedropout]

That's usually how it goes; give a resting period, then smash a fist right down over us.

[Sam knows better, to really see this place as a decent way of living; he may find it more peaceful most of the time compared to home, but he has no illusions that it's actually worth being trapped in -- if he could get everyone out of here or free them from the fleet to do whatever they please, he'd leap at it in a heartbeat.]

Best we can do is expect more of the same.

Or worse.

[namisan]

I'd hate to see what worse than this was.

[But hey, you give them a challenge, they'll top it.]

[collegedropout]

I can think of a place or two that I'm glad's not this.

[It's a soft utterance, leaning his chin into his scarred palm.

Yeah... Sam's been to far worse. Maybe that makes him numbed to a lot of it.

But it's not fair to Nami to deal with shit like this.]

We'll get through it. We'll figure it out and get through this one, too.

[namisan]

[So can she, Sam. Doesn't make her hate to see it any less. But she knows he's not trying to make her feel bad, so after a moment she sighs.]

Sure we will.

[Pirates and hunters, man. There's always another day.]