My eyes wandered over Narmo as he piloted the ship. I’d never seen him worse off.  It made me feel guilty, sitting here in pristine condition while he was so dirty and beat down. His black t-shirt and jeans were in tatters and his arm didn’t look much better. He had shifted his white hair to hang over the shaved side of his head, hiding the recently obtained gash. A little piece of ear was missing where one of his piercings tore out. The rest were intact, including that damned nose ring.

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