"Only then did I realise that my father had already scrambled out of the capsule and was now outside, cradling Graham's dead body, with his helmets clear faceplate pressed to his friends cracked and bloodied one.
His comm was muted, but through his fogging faceplate, I could see his face contorted in anguish. His mouth was open in a silent wall as he hugged Graham, rocking his lifeless form back and forth."
— Oct 14, 2025 02:35AM
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