"Can you lay your arm out, like this?" he took her arm and laid it on the table. "I need your consent first. Your blood, Captain?"

"Blood. . . yes, right." Leah said drowsily, sticking her arm out.

(At least Kameo asks for consent. LUCIAN!)

He stuck the needle in and drew her blood as he rambled, "Sorry about taking your blood, I just went through more than 56 prototypes for a cure and I thought that maybe if I spliced Ace's sick DNA and combined it with a refined saturation of healthy blood I would be able to reverse the sick cells and get the healthy ones to attack what's left of the sick ones."

"I'm bored. Tell me about your life," Daso broke the silence.

Morrigan left Alice’s office after a pleasant chat, having successfully calmed herself down. The haunting memory of her brother’s body, and almost worse, her father, still lingered, but at least she wasn’t hallucinating anymore. She shuddered. It had been almost a year since she’d hallucinated about her father, and seeing him again had shaken her to the core, even if she still dreamt about him almost every night. Leaning against the bow of the ship, she leaned her tired head in her hands. She’d slept last night and the night before, so she figured she would go without sleep for the next three days or so.

"Uh huh, blood, DNA, cells." Leah said, nodding slowly and looking at the desk as Kameo drew her blood. "Of course. . ."

"What's there to tell?" Cicada said, "Grew up on the streets of Cielo until I learned how to sneak aboard ships. I've been traveling from sector to sector stealing and surviving."

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Can you lay your arm out, like this?" he took her arm and laid it on the table. "I need your consent first. Your blood, Captain?"

"Blood. . . yes, right." Leah said drowsily, sticking her arm out.

(At least Kameo asks for consent. LUCIAN!)

(In his defense, she wouldn’t have given him consent anyways lmao)

"Can you lay your arm out, like this?" he took her arm and laid it on the table. "I need your consent first. Your blood, Captain?"

"Blood. . . yes, right." Leah said drowsily, sticking her arm out.

(At least Kameo asks for consent. LUCIAN!)

(In his defense, she wouldn’t have given him consent anyways lmao)

( She's drunk and not thinking right, of course she said yes to Kameo. Other than that, probably not. . . xD )

That was just Morrigan’s way, sleeping for one or two days and going the next few ones without sleep. It was the only way to avoid the nightmares that had plagued her since she was six years old, the only way to stop being weak, to stop being sad. To stop remembering. The pill she’d taken earlier was having some interesting side effects on her actions and train of thought, and she hummed a stupid drunk sailor sing to herself and wished she had some nectarines.

Kameo smiled and waved goodbye before grabbing her whiskey. "We can't have a drunk captain." and he left.

"I'm going to get that back!" Leah called out, pushing herself up and leaning on her chair. She stumbled towards the hallway, slipping her hat on and regaining her balance as she walked towards the deck, squinting at the sun.

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Yeah, I have," Cicada responded, "Also I've been doing this for almost my entire life. The smaller I was the easier it was to do things like that."

He slipped into his lab and locked the door, throwing the whiskey into the trash.

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Yeah, I have," Cicada responded, "Also I've been doing this for almost my entire life. The smaller I was the easier it was to do things like that."

"Wow. Must have been rough." He remembered all too well the stealing, the guilt, the shame. The hunger. It wasn't a good life. "I definitely don't miss those days."

Leah leaned over the side of the ship, dizzy from the sudden light from the sun. She stared down at the water, the faint outline of the coast ahead.

(Could someone come over and talk to Mor? I have -3 ideas on what to do with her rn since her blood test hasn’t happened yet)

(I'm too busy preparing for Ace's dea-I mean miraculous recovery)

(Could someone come over and talk to Mor? I have -3 ideas on what to do with her rn since her blood test hasn’t happened yet)

(I'm too busy preparing for Ace's dea-I mean miraculous recovery)

(NO! IT'S TIME TO STOP!)

(Could someone come over and talk to Mor? I have -3 ideas on what to do with her rn since her blood test hasn’t happened yet)

(I'm too busy preparing for Ace's dea-I mean miraculous recovery)

(NO! IT'S TIME TO STOP!)

NO NO NO NO NO

I’ll have Morrigan attempt suicide if you do

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Yeah, I have," Cicada responded, "Also I've been doing this for almost my entire life. The smaller I was the easier it was to do things like that."

"Wow. Must have been rough." He remembered all too well the stealing, the guilt, the shame. The hunger. It wasn't a good life. "I definitely don't miss those days."

"To be honest I like doing it," Cicada smiled, "There's just something about the adrenaline rush I get when I steal something successfully, or when I manage to stowaway on a boat."

"I guess we're rather different," Daso said, smiling back. "I hated stealing. Made me sick every time."

Leah pulled her hat down, shadowing more of her face as she looked over the ship. Most of the crew was either eating, sleeping or playing cards. They would reach Sole in less than a day after all.

Morrigan glances at her Captain, walking over. “Hey, Cap.”

"Yeah," Cicada turned around and leaned back against the rail, "I guess we are, though I suspected as much."