In Hell, there is no joy or laughter, no highs, just endless lows. In Hell, you’re an emotional cripple.Hell is a state of mind and no one could hel... me. No one could save me. I was trapped by memories, the only memories I had - six months of Addison four years ago. I had no other memories to distract me.In this Hell, I adapted. I’d learned to lie. I’d learned to fake social skills, pretend interest; I’d learned how to survive, not live. I worked out daily hoping the endorphins would assuage my. ” “Why not? It’s true. Oh come on, I’m teasing.” The nun gave her friend an affectionate squeeze. “It’s your last night of freedom. You’re entitled to have fun.” “Yes I am,” the bride agreed, “and that being the case, my naughty friend, what are you thinking for challenge number three? “Ah, something borrowed.” Louisa’s eyes sparkled deviously. “This one’s easy.” Maddie clapped her hands. “Can’t wait. Shall we?” “Oh, don’t forget your Champers.” Louisa pointed across the room. “It stayed. ”“That’s quite an expensive area, isn’t it?”“Aye ... but it’s all relative, as they say. Everywhere in London is expensive, compared to somewhere else, and it’s a nice house in a nice area. I could probably sell it quite quickly, if I wanted to, and get more than I paid for it ... so it’s a bit of an investment, isn’t it.”“Would you ever move back to Hull?”“ ... Maybe one day, but we, the band, aren’t at that stage where we only come together to work for a few months a year; it wouldn’t work if. A lot of ships, but not much firepower. Since I wasn't supposed to be defending any colonies or attacking any hive spheres, I wasn't going to get any major warships and no Marines at all. Basically I was going to be running my own OPF again, but this time with no backup. That's what they think!My only outrageous demand was about the minor units, but you already knew what that was going to be: No fucking Castles unless they get modified to the fleet 'crew concubine' standards. We are going out.