Nolan jumped, pivoted off the moisture of the air, and flew through the sky into space. His tears fell back down onto his broken planet as if they were raindrops falling on a dead flower with one seed.
He burst through the atmosphere and hovered, looking down on his grey, cracked planet.
He screamed as loud as he could, tears streaming down his face—though he couldn't hear himself. Nobody could. And nobody ever would. Maybe they might hear the sound, but they would never really hear it. They wouldn't live long enough to feel what he felt.
After all, the longest-living race, the Artemis, was gone. Except for him. And he must carry on their memory, their legacy, their souls.
But even with super strength, it was too heavy a burden to carry. Still, he had to.
So he flew through the space, searching for someone to help him carry his burden. Even though there was nobody as strong as him, there were people stronger than him in more important ways.
Even with iron skin, he was weak—the weakest in the universe. The iron skin had protected him from the true suffering of life. But now… even his body couldn't protect him.
Now he dared to ask for help with the problem he could not handle.