She flinched. Kanata’s voice, clear and warm as a terrestrial summer, cut through the suit’s comms. She looked up. He was floating twenty meters to her port side, untethered, his silhouette sharp against the banded rings of a gas giant in the distance.
They were lost. But they were lost together . -DB- Kanata no Astra
Behind them, the Astra ’s airlock cycled open. Quitterie’s annoyed voice echoed over the comms: “Are you two having a moment ? Because the atmospheric processor is beeping, and Luca burned the rehydrated eggs again .” She flinched
“What if we’re wrong about everything?” she asked, the question slipping out before she could tether it. “What if the people who sent us out here—what if the lies are bigger than we think?” He was floating twenty meters to her port
It had been eight days since they’d escaped the crumbling remains of the old military base. Eight days since Funicia had cried for a mother who wasn’t coming. Eight days since Kanata had grinned that reckless, impossible grin and said, “We’re going home. Together.”