"Everything you see out here will die It's a matter of time 'Till it's fields of ice and reflector lights 'Till it's our town"
But it's Eva Stratt and Ryland Grace on a late-night-turned-morning at Baikonur, looking at the trees and the fog and the grass as the sun rises slowly, knowing that no matter what happens, no matter whether or nor the Hail Mary pays off, this place will die before, if ever, it comes back to life. It will quite literally, most likely, become fields of ice and reflector lights.
And it will be their town, because neither of them has ever been allowed to believe they deserved more than the cold. (Maybe in another universe they could have found the warmth in each other)











