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Numb. The Baron felt numb and cold for so much time. The space is cold, the space is numb to his ache. The time passes slowly, the crushing velocity of the comet feels contradictory to the stillness of the void and stars.
The Baron slumbers. Hateful faces dance on its mind's eye, one after the other. A long list of revenge, almost as long as the crimes that got him into this situation. A sequence of faces and one more. One face stands out. An ally, a companion, a partner in crime. A friend. A... lover. Miranda.
Centuries pile up and the asteroid becomes a cocoon. The Baron allows himself to hibernate in its true form. Waits. 300 years like this.
300 years and one day later, the orbit makes a fateful turn. The crash with the atmosphere awakens him. The crash on the ground makes him brace himself into the steering wheel of the comet. He's back. He stands up, breathes from his face, light illuminating his semblance. Robbing those clothes was easy. No need for underwear, the suit suits him. The walk is awkward, his body, a well oiled machine that knew all about this earth pleasures, is trying to remember how to walk like a basic normal person. He keeps walking, he knows that his charms work different now. For some reason.
Steps, an excited chatter. A couple that is getting near, searching for the comet to look it up close. Well, the Baron thought, I am a bit peckish. He prepares his powerful tongue, just behind his human form. Is brain snack time.
The couple turns into the road. The Baron sees them. Sees her, familiar, on the list. Sees him, familiar, on the... on the catacombs, on the patio, on a party instigating heresy...
On their bed.
Miranda.
The silence is thick. The girl can sense something but cannot reach its meaning. The Baron searches in the eyes of this Miranda, which is not Rolando, but it also is. Genetics work like that.
More silence, thicker. And... a spark. Like a comet.
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Days later, a party and more looks. More sparks. More thick silence.
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Days later, fire, brains saved for later. More looks. Some secret whispered conversations.
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And finally, days and days later, a revenge almost completed. One, spared, runs. But not all projects have to finish 100%. The Baron watches his imminent demise in the barrel of a flamethrower and closes his eyes, for one second. An indulgence. In its eyelids, a face, familiar.
And darkness.
He awakens, breathing with his face hard. He hears an "Easy! Easy!". Is... Miranda? Miranda watches him, smiling.
"I remember, like, my past life or great great granpa or whatever. I remember, Baron! I jumped in, stopped the fire. We are safe, my love"
"... Mi...Miranda..."
"I'm here, don't you fly from me ever again on any rock, amor. Just..."
"What."
"Just show me what more can do that strong tongue"
The End.