So, so sorry for not updating… But it's election day. Yay! Maybe. Anyway, I won't bring politics into this (unless you count SWTOR). This should be my last special chapter.
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I sit, perched on the table of the sitting room on 9's ship. It's been four months since she adopted us, and I'm finally starting to think she won't betray us. That is, until she storms into the ship full of an energy that I've never seen on her before. Even May seems to notice, and she's acting more resigned than usual. I don't bother to ask about her mission. If she's like this, then it went badly. I just hope no one is hurt. She seems to notice my anxiety, and sits next to me.
She hands me a warm cup of tea, and leans forward, "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong", she questions. I nearly spill my tea, "What?" She smiles, "I'm not as far away from you as you'd like to imagine, Shade. I can tell something's bothering you." I give her a small smile in return, "Actually, I was wondering about you", I whisper as not to wake up May who is nestled on the couch next to us, "You seem kind of upset. I know you can't tell me everything, but is there anything I can do to help?" She looks conflicted for a moment as though she's trying to say something, but can't bring herself to do it. She simply ruffles my hair, and her voice almost sounds strained when she says, "No, it's nothing. The mission was just a little… stressful. That's all." I pretend to be satisfied with her answer, but honestly these past few days, she's been muttering to herself when she thinks no one can hear her.
Just last night, I heard her crying in her sleep. I doubt she even remembers what dream caused her the distress, but either way I'd never heard her sound so weak. Even May has started to notice how frail she's been looking, and I'm starting to think that she needs us more than we need her. I'm pretty sure May is the only thing that keeps her forcing down her food, and pretending to sleep. She doesn't know, but I worry.
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Was this chapter any good? I need your feedback. I was struck with a terrible bout of writers block. I'm sorry.