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[ukan]

Trevor Belmont calm and focused is probably a terrifying thing once he has a target, Lark thinks. But this is what he wanted: for Trevor to not feel helpless, for Trevor to not fall into the trap so many others have lately. The most galling thing for Lark about the Barge is when it cripples people's creativity; without it no one grows beyond their old habits.

This will get Trevor seeking other people out, and the more perspectives he hears and shares, the better off everyone is.

"I'll check in with you later. I'm going to go talk with Zack."

[atowncalledtreffy]

"You trust me to stay here and not go out getting killed?" he jokes, turning around on his seat. "I wouldn't trust me to stay here."

[ukan]

"I know how to find you," Lark smirks. It's a small ship but he has a very good nose.

[atowncalledtreffy]

"Hah. Fuck you." It's the equivalent of 'Don't get killed yourself'.

[ukan]

Lark grabs his jacket and motions. "Help yourself to whatever's here, especially if it'll keep you here until I'm done."

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hardly needing much more of an invitation than that, Trevor makes his way to the kitchen. Strange how talking about how doomed they all are makes him hungrier than ever.