#but this one seemed like the best so here we go

“So, I’m curious…” Sidney begins. “How’d you end up in a dark matter nebula in the middle of the gamma quadrant?”

The Subcommander averts his eyes, and Sidney can feel guilt, shame, and even fear churning in his mind. Sidney can tell that he both does and doesn’t want to tell him, sensing that the mere idea of telling Sidney causes him to anticipate pain.

The Subcommander closes his eyes and takes a breath. “Do you expect us to survive?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

The question surprises Sidney. “Yes,” he says simply. “We have to.”

A feeling of pessimistic amusement flashes through the Subcommander like a bolt of lightning. Somewhere beneath it, Sidney can sense enduring feelings of guilt, fear, helplessness and despair churning below. Sidney shuffles in his seat, somewhat unsettled. The Subcommander is quiet for a long time, until finally, he lets out a breath he’d been holding and speaks.

“This is not a dark matter nebula.”

FromMayday by Harrimaniac27art
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