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Maybe you're right.

[ It's the first thing he sends after a rather heavy silence, now pacing the length of a hallway as he tries to let his mind settle on those facts. A while ago, Steve had almost decided not to go home, and why would he have wanted to? The people who are most important to him, who have made up every fiber of his being, are right here on this ship, and like Andyr had said, they could send them wherever they chose once they reached that place. To whatever time. He could learn to be happy with what he has and not think about the things he's leaving behind, but there's also that obligation deep in his bones that makes them similar in so many ways. Regardless of what he might want, of what he thinks he should have, Steve would put all those things aside and continue to fight for those who can't at the risk of destroying himself.

They have more in common than he thinks. Almost too much. ]

But it's not about that. I'm not asking you to stay or give up your cause for whatever might be out there waiting for us. I [ What the hell is he asking? ] No one has that right, but if that's what you're gonna do, you shouldn't waste the time you have here. Some good might come of it eventually.