Sociopathy

Merdaneth brought it to my attention. I hadn't really noticed it clearly. We keep perpetuating the cycle. We are capsuleers. We lose a ship, get podded, no big deal. We wake up safe in a new body, with almost no pain. But our crews? They trust us with thier lives and are repayed with death: wild, chaotic death. I had grown callous. I had forgotten. We speak of devotion to the cause. What devotion? For me, dying is a momentary inconvenience. My crew: that is true devotion. They die, knowing they will never wake again. I hope that their sacrifices are not in vain. If they are in vain, solely for my profit or amusement, then I truly am a monster, a sociopath, a villain.