These people were
thriving on hope like it was the flame keeping them warm, and here I
was, floating in space looking far out into the darkness, knowing
that somewhere among the sparkling lights was the home of the people
depending on me. And while everything was chaotically dancing, here I
was, floating, embracing the utter calm of death, encroaching on me
like a much needed sleep. The free
gravity of space was just allowing me to be, to return to the star dust
to which we all belonged.
“9....hear....me?”
“Mostly
static, Charles.”
“...listen...
will repeat...heat filters...on...meteor”
“Listen...will
repeat...heat filters...on...meteor?”
“I will
repeat...turn heat...on...there's...meteor...coming”
“So what do
you want me to do with this meteor?”
“...towards
Xavier 240”
“Got it now.”
And this is how it
would happen. With Charles breaking voice, desperate for one last
attempt, I couldn't lay there and deny the one last lingering wish
of all life in the galaxy. My oxygen
compressed again and the shortening of air gripped my throat with tight hands. Small
breaths 9k, small breaths. I had to make it to Xavier, for them.
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