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[He's mostly on the deck, in the aftermath of Karazhan, his eyes closed as he leans over the edge of the railing. It isn't that he's afraid of going over the edge; in fact, if anything, he's too glib. He feels as though, if falling overboard will only lead to coming back after death, that he might as well. What does he have to lose?]
[Certainly any more humiliation from the Admiral will be too much to bear. People saw Joe choking him. His greatest shame, the thing that made him angriest in the world, was there, open to the public.]
[He doesn't know what he's feeling about it now. The rest of it, he could've dealt with. He could've handled it. Not that.]
[Shuddering, he wishes for a breeze from the stars to make this feel more like a real ship. Nothing comes. Just the stillness of the Barge, the nothingness of space.]
[He crosses his arms against an imaginary chill.]
[Certainly any more humiliation from the Admiral will be too much to bear. People saw Joe choking him. His greatest shame, the thing that made him angriest in the world, was there, open to the public.]
[He doesn't know what he's feeling about it now. The rest of it, he could've dealt with. He could've handled it. Not that.]
[Shuddering, he wishes for a breeze from the stars to make this feel more like a real ship. Nothing comes. Just the stillness of the Barge, the nothingness of space.]
[He crosses his arms against an imaginary chill.]
