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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    He pinches the inside of his wrist. It stings, but is it really his skin if it can come off so easily? Is it really him? Is this really his body?
    Is he really a human?
    He’s a doll underneath, like the NPCs. Maybe Jax is an NPC and no one ever realized it. Maybe Jax is just—
    “We should,” he hears someone—Zooble, maybe, or Ragatha—say distantly, “probably move somewhere else.”
    Jax’s ears twitch. 

    or: jax, post episode 8.

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    13 Apr 2026

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    "Grace, question?” Rocky says from his tunnel.

    “Yeah?” I peek my head up, wiping nonexistent dust off my pants. The storage compartment was almost completely sterile, but I needed something to do with my hands.

    All okay, question?” There’s a slight quiver in the notes of his voice that I’ve come to recognize as hesitance.

    “Of course, buddy.” I laugh disbelievingly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

    Ryland finds Yao’s gun and he is perfectly normal about it, thank you very much. He’s only been stuck in the same environment eating the same meals everyday for a year now. He’s fine.

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    09 Apr 2026

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    Jesus, my back.

    I pause, gasping for breath — I'm genuinely sweating. And embarrassed. I wonder if Rocky can hear me losing to a slab of wood.

    God, I hope he can't. Please God.

    It's stuck behind a few empty crates and some miscellaneous spare lab supplies. A few beakers. A blender, for some reason. An ironing board. Why? Because go to hell, Ryland Grace, that's why. You can't have enough fuel to come back but you can have an ironing board with no iron. Here's two kilos of cement-flavoured coma slurry. Kill yourself.

    "I'm being dramatic," I tell myself aloud.

    I'm really not. Dying in space is a very dramatic situation.

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    OR: The ways that Rocky and Grace miss everything all the time, yet watch over each other, always.

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    08 Apr 2026

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    Grace sleep. Rocky watch.

    Except Grace is thrashing around and making hurt noises, so Rocky has to do more than watch.

    (Or, Grace has to explain nightmares to Rocky.)

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    08 Apr 2026

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    “I’m fine.” I swallow. My mouth is dry and my tongue feels too big for my mouth. “Just… stay with me?”

    Rocky presses a claw against the xenonite, just below my fingers. “Yes. I will watch you sleep."

     

    (OR: After Grace remembers how he came to be on the Hail Mary, he’s plagued with nightmares. Weak and sick from vitamin- deficiency after running out of coma-slurry, the nightmares reach a new fever pitch.)

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    08 Apr 2026