His life had been punctuated by horrible awakenings, in and out of cold sleep as the ark ship conducted its centuries-long odyssey. Each time he had found himself in another time, another world, less fit for human habitation. That was what the nightmares were about: not the cold itself, which was only a trigger. Not even that he might not wake, though that had been a real possibility with the Gilgamesh’s failing life support. He feared waking once more into a world he didn’t understand, where everyone else had rushed ahead and left him behind. - Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Ruin
I’ll always find it hilarious how fragile a lot of cis men are about their masculinity. They have all these little rules telling them one little thing could make them less manly, so they act like tough shit out of insecurity instead of just realizing all those bullshit rules are made up lol
