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Ever since the comms tower had gone down, none of the Remus crew had been able to send messages to Earth. But Sienna still wrote them. She even handed them to Jacob, as though going through the motions would allow the universe to somehow, magically, transmit them to her mother and brother. The latest one had made her thoughtful as she drafted it, and when she met Jacob - who tolerated her pointless messages without judgement, for which she was grateful - she asked him a quiet question.
“What do you miss most about Earth, Jacob?”
hope still lingered, however feeble, that despite months of searching to no avail, the comms tower would be found — salvageable — one day soon. the loss of communication still ached like a physical wound, his own letters a conduit for his remorse at sudden silence ( what must ava think ? does she believe him dead ? that thought erodes at insides, guilt acidic in its intensity ).
sienna’s messages sat in a pile on his desk gathering dust ; some would say a pointless venture, but he’s not about to dissuade from an activity he knows from experience can act as a coping mechanism. so he accepts them without comment, without judgement — his own sit nearby, always addressed to the same person in the same cursive lettering.
her question catches him off guard, and he takes a second to answer, thoughts awash in nostalgia for a home that feels further away than ever, ❛ uh my mum’s cooking, for sure. fresh food in general, i think. ❜ a smile blossoms, despite the pang in chest at proceeding words, ❛ and my sister. ava. ❜ barely a breath passes before he returns the question, as if eager to brush over his side of the conversation, ❛ what about you ? ❜
