1 Work in The Homestuck Armada
It had been a thousand years since the Condesce took him as her prize and favoured slave to power and navigate her flagship. He stopped counting, he stopped caring. He stopped trying to wiggle his fingers to see if they still moved, stopped trying to move his legs to keep them from atrophying under the weight and lack of activity. He remembered what it was like to have been driven insane under the monotony and repetition of the dual responsibilities of interstellar navigator and psychic propellant. He remembered and then forgot.
Without active nights, without resting days, there was no way to mark the time. It just marched on, passing him by.
And then a second held its breath.