Smokefinger fragments
I… have no truck with the Corpus.
I… have no truck with the Corpus.
Chatter wakes me, tells me a woman is at my lock, asking for water.
Quills wanted me sellin' arms to the Tenno. Back in Fortuna. Not bloody likely.
So I ain' t got no fam – biological or logical.
I founded Solaris United the day an old woman had her pet taken from her.
Every living thing longs to be whole.