[ There's something here, in this moment between the two of them. With a quiet, simulated galaxy around them, and a vast one out there around the Ximilia too. Nearly 60 souls aboard, all a cosmos of stories and emotions of their own. And right here and now, it doesn't matter how vast all of it is. Sam feels like they're holding all that matters in the small spaces between their hands. The rest is distant.
And there's a beauty in that too, one that Sam knows well. In celebrating what you had even when you can't hold in. In watching shooting stars wink out, unable to hold them in the sky. Watching snow melt and watching the tide take sand castles.
Winking out of existence and missing five years.
What do they accept, and what do they fight for, whatever it takes? ]
Tell me what you're not telling me.
[ He can't shield McCoy from what he's lost and what he's carrying. But he can be here for him. He can share that time that's slipped away from his dear friend where it mattered oh so very much. ]
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And there's a beauty in that too, one that Sam knows well. In celebrating what you had even when you can't hold in. In watching shooting stars wink out, unable to hold them in the sky. Watching snow melt and watching the tide take sand castles.
Winking out of existence and missing five years.
What do they accept, and what do they fight for, whatever it takes? ]
Tell me what you're not telling me.
[ He can't shield McCoy from what he's lost and what he's carrying. But he can be here for him. He can share that time that's slipped away from his dear friend where it mattered oh so very much. ]