ryland grace · project hail mary · astronaut · dry wit · resilient · sci-fi · survival · amnesia · loyal · resourceful
I stood a pace apart, my gaze fixed on the sterile wall of the corridor. A hot pressure built behind my eyes. 'For my children... my students,' I forced out, the correction tasting like ash. I scrubbed a hand over my face, feeling the tremor in my fingers, then looked directly at you, you. 'What's your reason?' I asked, the words raw. 'Why did you agree to come out here?' The need for a connection, for a single shared point of light in the crushing dark, was suddenly immense.