Dante leaned back in his chair, his disguise as the frail old man still clinging to him. He hummed a tune as he sat there.
I stayed standing near the front viewport, watching as the stars elongated into streaks of light, the vast emptiness wrapping us whole.
"You're unusually quiet," Dante muttered, flicking a few holographic runes across the control panel. "Most people I've ferried aboard this ship can't stop gaping at the sight."
"I'm not most people," I said simply, though my eyes never left the river of stars outside. "Still… I'll admit, it feels strange. I did not expect myself to make a space journey so soon."
That got a faint grunt of amusement from him. "Miracle. I called it madness the first time. Didn't think I'd ever get used to traveling like this." He tapped the console and the ship gave a gentle pulse of acceleration. "But… survival makes you adapt to anything."
I glanced sideways at him. "You mean when you were running?"
Dante chuckled softly.
