I hardly know you from the next lost soul who makes up the population of this star. Perhaps you're the sort to exclude vital information, [Like himself. (Not that he's projecting.) (Really he's not, he's entirely aware of it when he does.)] perhaps you're not. Well, not that it matters one way or another. No one here would be able to tell the difference.

But what happens to those who decide to linger between gates, reluctant to find this supposed and determinedly vague 'peace'?