"Of course it does," Q sighed, fidgeting a bit, then wrapping his arms around himself protectively.
He felt safe in here though- Perhaps that was a mistake, given how miserable his life had been during his brief time in this room. However, he still relaxed slightly as he moved to sit down on the bed, reaching to take his old laptop from Dutch.
Forcing a restart, he brought up what appeared to be a custom Linux build.
"That's the only thing Silva ever said to me, directly during his attack on England. A message programmed to pop up as he hacked into my- Six's- systems," Q admitted. "Not such a clever boy. He knew I was young and cocky... And because he was correct about both those things, I got a lot of people killed."
Tapping away, he opened various files and pulled up bits of data- All of it years old now.
"I've always thought this might be what hell was like," he said quietly. "Trapped in a museum of all the worst parts of your life. ...Though it still begs the question- Why are you here? Unless your personal hell is still lurking around the next corner."
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Date: 2015-10-30 05:03 pm (UTC)He felt safe in here though- Perhaps that was a mistake, given how miserable his life had been during his brief time in this room. However, he still relaxed slightly as he moved to sit down on the bed, reaching to take his old laptop from Dutch.
Forcing a restart, he brought up what appeared to be a custom Linux build.
"That's the only thing Silva ever said to me, directly during his attack on England. A message programmed to pop up as he hacked into my- Six's- systems," Q admitted. "Not such a clever boy. He knew I was young and cocky... And because he was correct about both those things, I got a lot of people killed."
Tapping away, he opened various files and pulled up bits of data- All of it years old now.
"I've always thought this might be what hell was like," he said quietly. "Trapped in a museum of all the worst parts of your life. ...Though it still begs the question- Why are you here? Unless your personal hell is still lurking around the next corner."