Whee, always awesome to see you posting! But sad there's no new art.
Ah well. It'd be great to see you posting a story again; FC's been fairly dead for a while, so having something to wake it up would be good. Plus it'd be great to have you more active.
And I liked 'The Captured Ones'... I still wonder where that was going. Thoughtfulness and mystery are great in a story; I wish the openness of W@RF hadn't made it harder to achieve in TD, though I did manage to hold back a few secrets.
I think there's something in everyone that keeps them wanting to stay alive; things have to be pretty bad to want to step over that line. Maybe it's just basic survival instincts. But in my mind that instinct always seemed particularly strong in sligs; they have so little to look forward to or to gain from life, but they keep living anyway, and they'll fight to stay alive. Whether this is a result of the harsh industrial life or something inherent in their species, I can't say.
So Stivik naturally has a strong will to live. I think he also has a vague, subconscious expectation that someday things will get better; he's a good person, he follows the rules, he sacrifices so much for the Cartel; sooner or later he has to be rewarded for that. (Two semicolons in a single sentence - oh dear. Definitely a sign of an unsound mind.) Obviously as he gets older it'll seem less and less likely that there is something good over the horizon, but hope is a mighty force.
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