<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Chief Engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>21st of December<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Hydroponics.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Dirty son of a fine lady.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue<br/><strong></strong><br/><br/>Sink notices the approaching finger only a moment before it moves to slide over his cheek and gather up the tear away, leaving him in the realization of what had happened. He quickly huffs a bit of air out of his mouth and a smile forms at the corner of the mouth nearer to her finger.<strong>"Agreed."</strong>His eyes closing fora  bit and he refocuses his thoughts, bringing the man back to the room instead of his reverie of the old.<strong>"I guess I'm not as over of it as I thought. Suppose it will never truly go away." </strong><br/><br/>With that Jacob unfolds his hands from his chest and opens his eyes to look straight in to Rue's two gleaming dots of an eye on the that technically see-through faceplate of hers.<strong>"Though,  I do have to ask. Why did you volunteer for this mission. Most of us have experience with these sort of missions."</strong>That was a genuine question he had to pose on her, not often he found himself thinking about those matters. But now, she did pbring it up, not being used to combat, and losses of thereof. His thoughts lingering on the matter for a while, giving the quarian an opportunity to answer, before he'd pick up on a previous topic.<br/><br/><strong>"As it happens, Christmas is a celebration of forgiving and love. It is interesting how it aligns with the losses we faced. Perhaps I should arrange some sort of festivity. We'll see what I can scrounge up something on Omega with that. Make it a sendoff party for Coaf? What do you think, being the eminent quarian expert in the discussion?"</strong>That was not a very difficult bar to pass, considering that the otherw one hadn't even heard of quarians for the first half of his life. Then again, he also feared he might be overstepping it a little.