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Floating in space, he's weightless. His hands could reach and reach and still keep going. The spaceship around him is in ruins. How is he still thinking? He can reach up, to touch his headset and click the channel on.
Nothing.
He keeps floating around as he is. Nothing unbound and arranged to fit universe, the churning existence of human race.
He is of it no more, that much he knows. That there's something, dragging him back, keeping hold of his soul with it's long slender fingers. Something otherworldly. Something more than him.
For Charles has existed past his death.