“ One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled. ” [ @ hume i don’t remember verses dont look at me. g-d flint is so fucking dramatic ]

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“As will we all, McGraw, yourself included.” Graham’s response was not antagonistic, or even unnerved. His was too devout a faith to be shaken by threats of God’s wrath from a man who barely knew him, and certainly not by a man who made no effort to be seen as good in His book. “But we are not here to discuss our place in this world, nor what becomes of us after we leave it. We are here to discuss terms of an alignment – unless I am to take from your vitriol that there is no hope of allegiance here, and that the Scarborough and the Walrus must stand at odds?” 

There was no denying McGraw was a smart man – which surely meant he would not try to pit his forty against Graham’s nigh eight hundred souls. There would be no benefit to it and in fact it was far more likely he would face a mutiny for the damned attempt, and Graham would be right back here in less than forty-eight hours to negotiate terms with the new captain of the Walrus, whilst Flint lay deposed of on the beach somewhere, with no position left with which to barter or bargain. 

Surely, no man was idiotic enough to set his emotions that far above fucking logic.