Somewhere in the UTs (Still)

Why he had chosen that night, of all nights, to ignore a voice in his head, Stark had no idea. It had started out fine. Yoti had escorted him to a refreshment house near the temple. Stark had declined the offer of a drink. That decision, at least, had been a wise one.

( Poor little Banik )

[Emo alien is so doomed. But at least he didn't sell anybody's memories to any skeezy game designer on purpose or anything. *glares at John Quixote*]