Suppliant

I'm sorry, Carol. You were right.  He stares at the words glowing dimly on the screen for a brief moment before he presses send. He closes the communicator and waits.Well, he’s done it now. One way or another, this is the point of no return. Either she kills him, ignores him, or allows him to join her. None of these options include him going back to his life from before. He wonders how long it will take her to get here. He idly does half-formed calculations in his head, trying to guess how far she is from him, how fast she’s flying, and how she might hurry once she realizes how close he is to her home planet.

i rediscovered my hyperfixation with this ship in a desperate attempt to squeeze out any drop of serotonin i can find because i am ~struggling~ with current events. pretty sure america is one giant hellmouth and/or the bad place, tbdpls enjoy my assassin creed-esque swan dive back into yonvers <3