[ ishmael can only stare wordlessly at marcille's sorry, drunken state.
it's a familiar sight, after all; she used to be like that, when she was still young, bright-eyed, and naive as she boarded the pequod for the first time - how her fellow mates used to leave her alone to cry over every traumatic little thing that she'd soon grown out of over time, among other things. because if she had time to cry over the death of every coworker she'd come across, she'd have time to get good at keeping herself alive at sea so as not to end up as another meaningless statistic. ]
...Because it's a luxury. [ to put it matter-of-factly, almost coldly. ] I don't know anyone who'd ever just laid down and rolled into their grave. Not in the City.
[ even her dearest friend, who had made herself a coffin for that seemingly unattainable peaceful death, had never gotten to use it when her time had arrived. ]
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it's a familiar sight, after all; she used to be like that, when she was still young, bright-eyed, and naive as she boarded the pequod for the first time - how her fellow mates used to leave her alone to cry over every traumatic little thing that she'd soon grown out of over time, among other things. because if she had time to cry over the death of every coworker she'd come across, she'd have time to get good at keeping herself alive at sea so as not to end up as another meaningless statistic. ]
...Because it's a luxury. [ to put it matter-of-factly, almost coldly. ] I don't know anyone who'd ever just laid down and rolled into their grave. Not in the City.
[ even her dearest friend, who had made herself a coffin for that seemingly unattainable peaceful death, had never gotten to use it when her time had arrived. ]