Life's work

Runners who kill those who hire them generally find themselves short of work. Beatrice has been hard at work spreading around our bad name, and she has considerable sway on her little world. We won't be back at Chongquing for quite some time as a result.

Caban has been avoiding my eyes because he doesn't want me to tell him that I knew, and that I warned him the Doctor was trouble. Ice is avoiding my eyes because she thinks it's my fault. Em is avoiding my eyes because she is Em, and is never the same two days in a row. I should be angry, but I'm not. Through the stress and frustration and hard days, my heart is singing.

We've been working hard to stay ahead of the lines, finding enough jobs to keep the engines running. Trying our best not to resort to the sort of work we're being pinned with doing. I've been in rustier places, I've been on ships shaking on the edge of the verse, ready to fall off the edge. I think I've forgotten that this is what Running is about...it's about scraping by, taking crazy jumps and opening your eyes to see the dark. With Caban at my side and Ulysses at my back, I know that I can keep pressing on as long as I need to. I feel alive.