[Surreal to be here, rooted in Abel's memory as it's been pieced together around them, a personal fragment of his life on Earth. Purely Ethan. His eyes follow the road as it swoops down the slope ahead and bend around corners into unseen territory. That he would take this route so frequently, and right before he came to space, joined the Alliance, and then found his way into Cain's arms through calculated fate.
Walking over to the bike, he lays a hand on the shiny red paint. It's cool underneath his palm. A gentle nudge of their shoulders, he smiles.]
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Walking over to the bike, he lays a hand on the shiny red paint. It's cool underneath his palm. A gentle nudge of their shoulders, he smiles.]
You gonna take us for a ride, then? Let's go.