He had never been in space throughout his past life, but even he had to admit that what the astronauts saw was beautiful.
The endless stretch of stars, the blue marble of Earth beneath, and the velvet darkness that stretched in every direction — it was breathtaking.
Well, if you could ignore the bits of space junk floating around. Metallic debris glimmered faintly, catching light from the sun, tiny reminders of humanity's carelessness scattered across the heavens.
Lucius hovered higher, drifting farther from the Earth's zone. The atmosphere's glow dimmed, giving way to the raw void.
He tried to speak, his lips moving, but no words came. His voice was devoured instantly by silence.
Sound simply could not travel in space.
At least he could breathe. He wasn't sure if it counted as breathing, not in the traditional sense.
His lungs didn't rise and fall the same way, and each inhale felt strange but at least he wasn't suffocating, and that was enough.
Survival was what mattered.
