<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/>Cy smiled a bit at how Ian's bluntness came across to him. It was a rather genuine laugh despite how rude and such the bluntness was, despite the lack of being intentionally cruel. Of course the bit of swearing he had to insert into it got rid a bit of its authenticity, but Cy was willing to let it go. In a way he could tell that perhaps Ian was trying to be empathetic and possibly not like any of the other people. Of course by saying what he was saying, he was... sort of creating a whole new sort of misunderstanding. But at least that one was easier to deal with.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm not you, am I? The spawn weren't the cause, my own actions or lack there of were. My friend didn't just die on me, I caused my friend's death. And, I'm lucky to have a back up eye, thank you."<br/><br/>His finger came up and tapped the synthetic eye, an odd sort of inorganic click sounding as it did. It didn't bother him enough now that his body had warmed it up enough, but it still twitched a bit from the vibrations of the tapping. It felt, to Cy at least, that Ian seemed to think that Cy had forgotten all his troubles, or at least didn't put enough emphasis on them. Truth was, he merely had rearranged the parts that had seemed more important, and then moved on.<br/><br/>"All my problems happened because I wasn't fine. So... yes... I am fine. It's how I'm moving on. Or did those years of mandatory rehab you probably heard about do nothing to me?"<br/><br/>And he smiled again, confident at least he had said exactly what he had come to understand about his situation, and to reconfirm his general goals to himself.<br/><br/>"And yes, you are the first to talk to me. Thank you for noticing."<br/><br/>With another small smile, he picked up his cup of tea, raising his cup as he had learned to do to western pilots, before putting it his to a lips.