The anger that had reigned through him for so long had faded by now, and while such sentiments would have sent him into a flying rage before on account of who was responsible for the fact he wasn’t there anymore, now he could only find himself pained by the awareness that Flint had no more wanted this than he had. It had been a perfect storm – one that he had summoned against himself, if he were honest in the silence he was damned to, and more often than not these days Hal saw little reason to be dishonest with himself.
Though he had the energy for it, Hal opted not to materialize in that moment. He felt that the sight of him would not help in this – and though he did not wish to be forgotten, he also did not want to be held on to so tightly that Flint lost himself. Unable to help in any substantial way, Hal slipped away, and decided to make use of himself by harassing some of the crew who were proving themselves especially problematic – if he could haunt them overboard, that would be delightful, but he’d settle for distracting them to the point they forgot to cause trouble in the meanwhile.
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