What's this shit?

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/AFVt3ZP.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">"You'll have to forgive me if I don't believ a summary of important shit I need to know would take ages. I don't even know how long you're planning to stay on land - which is another important thing." Was he going to be here for weeks? Months? Years? What happened when it was over? Was he going to be dropped back in France, or was he going to be left to stay here?

"You're here for a treaty, doing... whatever. Do we have any... goals? Or just what?" What were they there for? Or were they just biding time, running in circles until something happened?
</div>[/thoth] @"Horus" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/BbxEgns.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Hearing the word 'years' made him relax. Really he shouldn't have, because there was nothing in 'you will be here for years' that was comforting. Maybe it was simply the fact that it was an answer, even if a vague one. It was a general idea. He'd take anything, considering that getting even the most simple answer was like pulling teeth.

"See? That wasn't so hard. And as long as you keep paying me, I'm willing to keep sitting on this bizarre island for as long as you damn well want me to." Although he was wondering if he'd be able to even buy stuff with literal gold treasure. What was the exchange rate on that stuff anyway?

"Not Like I have anything better to do." It wasn't much of a secret that his life had crashed and burned.
</div>[/thoth] @"Horus" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/AFVt3ZP.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">As fast as he'd gone back to smiling, he was right back to a scowl. He didn't want to talk with the monster that had nearly cost him his life about the consequences of what he'd done. He didn't want to explain what it was like to be homeless to a creature that barely understood the concept of a home. It wasn't like they had undersea palaces where he could live - probably he just considered the whole damn ocean his home.

"Yeah, not sure if you're aware, but the military doesn't exactly have a lot of uses for guys who can't shoot a fucking rifle." He wiggled his shoulder to emphasize his missing arm. He could still manage a handgun, although not as effectively as he would have with two arms, but rifles were essentially right out. They'd provided for him in their own way, but what they had left him without was a purpose. He had no place in the world anymore.

"Kind of hard to make do when the majority of your skillset is how to use your two arms to protect people, and then you're suddenly down an arm." What? No, he wasn't bitter at all.
</div>[/thoth] @"Horus" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/AFVt3ZP.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">He really wasn't worried about retirement. He wasn't thinking that far ahead. He scowled again, letting out a little huff. "I'm not worried about that." Realistically, he wasn't even entirely clear what he was worried about. It was just a general thing. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. There was no specific cause of his anxiety.

"So I suppose it's time to start giving you lessons on basic human interaction - even if this island is totally cool with weird non-humans running around, it's still going to be a faux pas to rub in that you'll outlive us, for the record." That was pretty much a universal human constant, wasn't it? Humans were nervous about the idea of death. No one wanted to think about it. It was all too uncertain. No one knew what happened after, and there was nothing humans hated more than the great unknown.
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