[ Definitely a dream, then, he decides. Because his helmet flits away, fills his ears with metallic tinkling noise as it recedes, and he wouldn't have the strength to hit the trigger himself. Definitely a dream, because otherwise that means she's here on slowly crashing ship, when she should be on the Milano and escaping and toasting to a job well done.
He manages to wrench his eyes open, though only just, and his sight is blurry and gray around the edges. But there's a flash of pale skin and something blue and, yeah, it's definitely his Maya. She's there, at least in his dreams, and how lovely, he thinks, to dream of her so he doesn't have to die alone. ]
Hey beautiful. [ He coughs wetly again, feels something warm coming down the corner of his mouth, but he can't find it in him to wipe it away. ] S'ry. Kin' of a mess righ' now.
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He manages to wrench his eyes open, though only just, and his sight is blurry and gray around the edges. But there's a flash of pale skin and something blue and, yeah, it's definitely his Maya. She's there, at least in his dreams, and how lovely, he thinks, to dream of her so he doesn't have to die alone. ]
Hey beautiful. [ He coughs wetly again, feels something warm coming down the corner of his mouth, but he can't find it in him to wipe it away. ] S'ry. Kin' of a mess righ' now.