Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-36159587-20190515005337/@comment-36159587-20190520034213

 Galaxian was definitely not physically tired. Mentally, he had been for a long time, but from what he knew, there was no way to relieve that.

 Pangs of guilt continued striking in his chest, as if it were an instrument--a zither. They've been preparing a home for me? he mused to himself.

 Outwardly, he smiled and nodded. "That'd be great."