[It seems like a lot of people are moving on these days. Daneca doesn't think it's such a bad thing, however. The people on the Barge in their own dysfunctional way are a family, one she isn't always sure she really belongs with or to all the time. But the Barge itself isn't a home. It's a prison. Some seem to confuse the two all the same.]
[She thinks of just shooting a quick message to say goodbye and letting that be that. It's not liked she was ever all that close to him. Not as close as say Cassel is at any rate. But in the end, she thinks that's a little too cold and distant. They may not have had a close relationship, but they did talk. He sometimes listened. She mostly just tried to figure out how he managed to keep standing with all the death and inevitable loss that has made up the hand he's been dealt by life.]
[Daneca ventures to the deck, arms lightly folded in front of her.]
Who would have thought you'd be leaving before me?
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[She thinks of just shooting a quick message to say goodbye and letting that be that. It's not liked she was ever all that close to him. Not as close as say Cassel is at any rate. But in the end, she thinks that's a little too cold and distant. They may not have had a close relationship, but they did talk. He sometimes listened. She mostly just tried to figure out how he managed to keep standing with all the death and inevitable loss that has made up the hand he's been dealt by life.]
[Daneca ventures to the deck, arms lightly folded in front of her.]
Who would have thought you'd be leaving before me?