brain power, same as everyone else,” Zosha said with a shrug. “It helps that he’s disgustingly in love with her. Be glad you didn’t have to sit through his vows. I was about to throw up, and I think Rick was about to stage a mutiny just to get away from it. How’s Hyde?”
Thalia spluttered. “ What ?”
“Hyde. How is he? I don’t mean sexually,” Zosha clarified. “Well, not just sexually, I’m a little curious and I’m willing to admit that, but tradition states that you’re now ours forever and specifically Hyde’s so, how is he?”
“I… I don’t know how to answer that,” Thalia said. “He’s good, I guess? He’s…not nice, exactly, but… I don’t know. Anyways, that wraps this entry up, end recording.”
The app closed out with a beep and Thalia stood to leave. “Thanks for talking to me. Do you know where I could find Annie or Rick?”
Delphine’s eyes were knowing but she just said, “I think Annie’s in the cockpit.”
“Rick’s asleep, but he should be up in four hours or so if you need him,” Zosha added.
Thalia thanked them and walked out of the room. She had the sinking suspicion that she liked these people and that staying on board the Breakwater would be one of the best things that could happen to her, but that would be dependent on Hyde’s acceptance, which she didn’t deserve. The fact he was if not nice, then kind to her was already too much.
Annie was, in fact, in the cockpit, wearing her hair in a bun and piloting the ship in what were probably her pajamas.
“Hello,” she said without looking up from the navigation panel. “Have you talked to Zosha?”
“Yeah, just now,” Thalia told her.
“Did she explain the situation with her friend to you?” Annie asked.
“No, that did not come up,” Thalia answered. “But I feel like I know her better as a person now.”
Annie sighed. “That girl. She talked to her friend, and he says Rajan and Antrecore IV both have a significant number of people willing to run the story and politicians who eagerly anticipate it breaking. Write it, send it in, and they’ll take care of the list. I’ll have a list of news outlets wanting to participate sent to you.”
“That’s…” Thalia blinked. “Wow. I mean, I was planning on releasing it as an independent online article on my blog and then alerting outlets to its existence so I didn’t have to grant any one outlet exclusivity, but that… that makes things easier.”
Annie looked up and smiled. “I want to thank you for doing this. Not the way you went about it, maybe, but Hyde didn’t deserve what happened to him. I’m glad someone’s doing something about it and so is he, even if he doesn’t say so.”
“That’s… thank you,” Thalia said around the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat.
“So, how’s interviewing him going, anyways?” Annie asked, turning back to the dashboard.
“Well, actually, I’ve decided I’m just going to make something emotional and touching up and then make him pretend he said it,” Thalia admitted, scratching her neck. “After getting to know Hyde better, I’ve come to the realization that nothing he would ever say on record could be used in an article designed to provoke sympathy and outrage on his behalf. So, you know, it’s nice to know I came all this way to basically do it all by myself.”
Annie laughed. “I mean, it’s not like you gained nothing by coming here, or prove that you’re dedicated—if somewhat foolhardy—when it comes to your work. Have you ever considered using one ship as your base?”
“I…” Thalia searched for what to say next. That all depends on the man I stalked and then got jumped? I don’t actually know how to consistently work with the people around me? I’d prefer to not get my hopes up, thanks? “I haven’t, no.”
“Well, think it over. I think you’re good for Hyde. He sometimes gets it into his head that it’s him against
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