Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Doc Holliday]

Doc listened to her every word to the point where he felt her pain and even some of the shame. He had heard similar stories before from an old friend at least, close in nature. He took a sip of his drink to keep his palate wet.

"A friend of mine would understand you well," he began, "your stories are similar but I will tell you as I told him. People will talk. I say let them. You chose to live and that is exactly what you're doing, living life on your terms and not those of someone else. In the process, you left the world and people you loved. Painful as it may be, it was needed for you to start anew."

He continued, "the friend I mentioned. He spent a lifetime in battle. From the time he was a child and could hold a blade, he fought and for what? His two wives killed, the first brutally so in front of him. He was ridiculed when he arrived here but I chose him as a friend. Some brand him a coward for leaving the warrior's way of life but he is living his later years in peace, good health and somewhat prosperously. He's now the administrator of Freeport 6, his kind were the two guards you saw when you arrived."

He leaned forward and took her hands, smiling gently, "My point is, you must do what's right for you. In time, you may be forgiven through a passage of time or perhaps a good deed to restore their faith but first, you must please yourself." He released her hands with a gentle pat of assurance and a smile.

"Bounty hunters," he quickly muttered, "now those are people with no honor, fighting for money only. I tolerate them at best."
He said nothing more on them.

"Now, back to terraforming. I'm not expert on it but I'm seeing what I can find. I may have to ask around a bit. I know Deep Space Engineering is pretty good about that kind of stuff."

He looked at her and paused, "Do me a favor?" He then leaned foward, "Smile!"

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