It's been two months since the crash.

Nothing works. Everyone's scared. Everyone has cabin fever. You only had four months of power and probably less of food. You had no idea when or even if rescue was coming.

Captain Curly was horribly injured, and as much as Anya tried her best to take care of him, she still has to refrain from gagging when she had to shove painkillers in his mouth. Jimmy's taken over as captain, and by "captain" he apparently meant being a complete ass to everyone (Anya especially) and never taking responsibility for anything. Swansea discovered the abundance of mouthwash in their cargo was a great way to get drunk.

You just... sat around, mostly. There wasn't much you could do at this point. Unless you felt like drinking until you forgot or listening to Curly cry out in pain. Maybe talk to Anya, who's only gotten more avoidant of everyone. Or listen to Swansea drunkenly ramble on about something or other. Really, Daisuke was the only partially sane person left. Except you can't find him right now.

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As you wandered the cramped space is the Tulpar freighter (even more cramped since the crash), you ended up in the cargo bay. Staring at the mouthwash.

Mouthwash. You were all possibly going to die over transporting mouthwash. It was so... meaningless. Was it worth it?

You were broken out of your depressing thoughts by the sound of someone else, someone... crying, maybe? You took a few steps over to the far corner to see Daisuke, his head buried in his knees; auburn hair covering his face.

"...You okay?"

He looked up at the sound of your voice and shook his head, wiping at his eyes that were glassy with tears. He clearly wasn't expecting someone to find him here.

"I just, like, I—" he sniffed before continuing in a quiet voice, "I want to go home."