The reunion (invite only)

[Widow]

Pita had been hiding out on Ames, for the last 3 years she had been slowly teaching herself how to read, she had never got the hang of writing, the pen felt strange in her hand and she didn't see it as a necessary skill. If she ever decided she did want to contact someone it would be done via voice anyway. When not doing this, she spent her time mindlessly staring out into space reflecting on where she had gone wrong - still convinced it was her fault both Buster and Lambert had vanished.

Since last being seen, she was looking better. She had taken on some work cleaning ships which provided her credits to be able to eat regularly and a small room to call home. To an outsider there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. However, She was still as lost as she had ever been. Neither the Rogues nor the Navy were a part of her life anymore. She refused to speak to most people, not seeing the point in it. It was trivial, small talk only got you so far and no one ever stayed. No one ever cared. She sat at a table in the back corner of a bar, allowed in only because of the fact they knew she was only after a cheap meal. While waiting for them to bring the food across she mindlessly played with the bracelet Lambert had given her; it was her security, she never took it off. The guardian charm was still her favorite, not for what it was, but for what it represented. This followed closely by the flower Nevaeh had picked out for her. She never had never admitted it to her, not that it mattered now, she was gone; just like everyone else.

She figured after she ate, despite it still being early, she would go back to her room and try to sleep. Even though her dreams haunted her, being awake was doing her no good at the moment either. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could never find peace.