If the NSFL disbanded, Balthazar Crindy would probably head back home to Baton Rouge, see if he can reconnect any memories, painful or otherwise. He knows he has to do it, he knows its an eventuality that he'll have to go home. Everyone has to go home eventually. Perhaps Crindy would teach the next generation of kids at his old high school, or take an internship at the law firm that helped him sue the scientists who froze him in 1990.
Perhaps this is why Crindy is clinging and fighting and clawing so hard for a long career in the NSFL. To avoid ever, ever going back to face the pain, and instead living in this new world, separated in both time and place from memories, of all his passed relatives and friends, separated from the massive change and sprawling suburban reach that Baton Rouge has become, past the painful revolution in conservative politics and the accompanying financial crises it has endured, past the city's own scars from hurricanes near and far, past all those he feels guilty for having left behind to die, even if it wasn't his own choice.
Perhaps this is why Crindy is clinging and fighting and clawing so hard for a long career in the NSFL. To avoid ever, ever going back to face the pain, and instead living in this new world, separated in both time and place from memories, of all his passed relatives and friends, separated from the massive change and sprawling suburban reach that Baton Rouge has become, past the painful revolution in conservative politics and the accompanying financial crises it has endured, past the city's own scars from hurricanes near and far, past all those he feels guilty for having left behind to die, even if it wasn't his own choice.
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