Arrioe Paces.

Arrioe paces.

He paces back and forth in his orbiter, glancing at the comm nervously. This didn't make sense. Rell was dead. Dead. Dead and Harrow was...

Well, one Harrow was with him. In storage. Not the original. But even he wasn't that aware. Not without Rell. Not without-

There's an echoing laugh and Arrioe catches a flash of himself in the corner of his vision. Himself but not himself.

He closes his eyes. Something was wrong. He feels unease crawling up the inside of his throat. Something was Wrong. Something that was so far out of his control it was making him dizzy. Arrioe grabs the railing next to him, trying to steady himself.

"...now is merely a facet of a great block."

Arrioe's head hurts. He grits his teeth and closes his eyes.

"Her parents will survive. Her parents will die."

More laughter.

"Shut up!" Arrioe snaps around to grab the figure next to him, but it just grins at him and disappears when his fingers connect. He's breathing heavily.

He needs to- he never wanted to know how it all worked. It was too painful confusing. He needs to talk to Gomaitru. To Dissel. Someone. He needs someone else to figure this out. To explain. To tell him everything was fine.

His legs feel weak. He sits down. "Set course for- for Deimos," he says, mouth dry.

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