（ and cy, who knows a person on the razor's edge when he sees one, gives the guy a big, fuck-off smile more-or-less upside down and makes like rorschach. he who looks down and whispers: ）
but anyway, watch him not give a single solitary fuck about the threat of violence or death or any of that.
normally?
normally, yeah, he keeps his shit on lock. it's a secret. hush-hush. area 51 this shit.
but he's on a space station in the middle of fucking nowhere. it's not earth. there's nothing at stake. and cy has, empirically, stopped giving a fuck. ）
no subject
No.
（ 'what're you gonna do, stab me?' says man, stabbing victim.
but anyway, watch him not give a single solitary fuck about the threat of violence or death or any of that.
normally?
normally, yeah, he keeps his shit on lock. it's a secret. hush-hush. area 51 this shit.
but he's on a space station in the middle of fucking nowhere. it's not earth. there's nothing at stake. and cy has, empirically, stopped giving a fuck. ）