[ Of course, Van Rijn. Erik remembers his address to the network as clearly as he does Raven in the shuttle on the way back, blood everywhere.
But that isn’t where his mind is at. His mind is here, with the cut of Charles’ face in the firelight, and the shamble of their tarp fort in the jungle’s shadow. The ghost of Christmas present. ]
It tried to stop us.
[ The living vacuum, clawing light in, tugging on optic nerves. ] The thing in the ship. [ ‘Moira.’ He doesn’t have the heart to jab at Charles’ government conquest, unease for the reference dense in his face. ]
no subject
But that isn’t where his mind is at. His mind is here, with the cut of Charles’ face in the firelight, and the shamble of their tarp fort in the jungle’s shadow. The ghost of Christmas present. ]
It tried to stop us.
[ The living vacuum, clawing light in, tugging on optic nerves. ] The thing in the ship. [ ‘Moira.’ He doesn’t have the heart to jab at Charles’ government conquest, unease for the reference dense in his face. ]
It’s probably still alive.