[locked to Meluly]

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

How could you? Not just anyone but Rear Admiral Spaurh! Her family's hated mine since before the Empire and she's my CO! She'll never let me live that down!

Comments

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Do you really think I believe in such silly superstitions?

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Lafiel, the med-sorcerer who regrew me a replacement arm in academy would probably disagree with you.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Different dimensions, different physical laws...I have to remember that. Where i'm from, magic and the afterlife are just silly things landers believe in.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

I don't know about any afterlives (that's mostly a philosophical thing), but the soul (if you call it that) definitely does a dimensional hop-skip-jump out of here when somebody dies. Where it actually goes is the question.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

How did you lose the arm?

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

A mechanic configured a training armor wrong and it splinched my arm off. One of my classmates was smart enough to cauterize it before I could bleed out. I blacked out a couple seconds in and woke up in the ICU pumped up to the gills with stuff, though.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I should not have asked that.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as bad as it sounds. Well, for me, anyway. I was actually back up and running pretty quickly once they got the new one grown.

Though the spot where the replacement tattoo hits the old stuff has always bothered me.