<strong>Location:</strong>ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). The Pilot’s Barracks - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date:</strong>5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Cy Cabatuan<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ian seemed to be a little caustic, and Cy didn't exactly know why, but if that's the way that he wanted to be, then so be it. Cy knew that there was nothing good that came with having a fight with him, so he decided to let him prattle on the way he did, half listening to it and filtering the important parts into his ears and ignoring the extra bits that Ian seemed to like to add on. He was free to say what he wanted, but that didn't exactly mean that Cy had to listen to it fully per se. It was certainly a good exercise in patience, to say the least.<br/><br/>"You're giving me too much credit I think. I didn't have to say anything, in fact this is probably the longest talk I've had with anyone that wasn't trying to figure me out. Or is that still not true? Even if you say you don't know me, at the very least you seem to want to see what makes me tick, even if it isn't to be friendly."<br/><br/>It was obvious after all, Ian was the one asking the questions, not the other way around. Whether or not the conversation started for a good reason, he couldn't figure out at this point.<br/><br/>"It's to be expected, I just got back. I'm sure eventually, with time, people will have a little bit more empathy."<br/><br/>With a small smile, which he doubted did much to someone like Ian, he put down his empty cup and returned it to the cafeteria counter. Then, he headed for the door, but not before leaving Ian with a small parting comment.<br/><br/>"I must be going, I'll see you again."