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Ren checks his coords again, just to make sure he's going crazy.
Z negative thirty million.
Cleo, who isn’t even pretending to sleep, nods. "I know," is all she says as comfort.
"I just-" He looks around furtively. They're in a normal sparse jungle, thirty million blocks away from everyone else. Other than Jevin.
(At least Ren's doing better than him, right?)
"I don’t think it'll ever not be crazy, man!"
They nod again, the warm night breeze playing with her hair.
"I just- it's good Jevin's doing well-" She laughs over him. "It just feels like- if I sleep, it's real. Right?"
She grimaces, the corners of their mouth turning up like it's a smile. "Like spawn will just be back."
It's his turn to nod, and he does furtively.
(How many blocks are in a million?)
He runs his tongue along his teeth, hoping to summon words other than 'I just,' over and over.
(How many trips to GigaLogs and back?)
"I'm sure GigaCorp knows where I am?" he tries.
"You wait to be rescued," she says, turning their head. "I'm going home."
He follows her gaze, swallowing. "Will you tell everyone I…" ('Miss them'?) "…say hi?"
"Eventually."