[He laughed at that, a short, startlingly loud bark that disturbed a couple of the other patrons.] Sorry, I'm just picturing how that meeting went. "Hello I would like a mission for around fall-ish two-thousand-whatever preferably near a bus-station". Do Aussies call them buses? Ah, hell you know what I mean.

I take it by the fact I'm currently enjoying your absolutely delightful company that this plan went about as good as you'd think?

[Now that he thinks of it that's a little depressing. He honestly hadn't really thought of ways to... escape? It seemed just too futile. And he'd pretty well convinced himself this was just a temporary setback. A brief if inconvenient distraction. It didn't bear thinking about the alternative; he liked to think he didn't have anything to leave behind, even if it wasn't nearly true.]

I miss my goddamn boat.

(CUTE LIE VICTOR)