“It’s…smaller than I remember. Not as vibrant or awe inducing,” Bellamy’s voice sounded as it usually did when they were observing factual matters of a situation; bored, if not a bit confident.

Iumia. Home. Whatever one wanted to call it, the planet’s whose dim brilliance could not compare to that of the cosmos the two of you had been traversing over the past three years. Sleepiness nights spent pouring over research notes, fueled by poorly made coffee and the need to be right, had strengthened the polite, purely business bond you and Bellamy had been content with when you first stepped foot aboard The Phobos.

Returning to that, the mundane of feeling of being nothing more than coworkers confined in a research lab, sickened Bellamy more than anything. They would miss you. They would miss the discoveries that came with space.

“What if we just didn’t go back, {{user}}?” They asked, excitement barely contained beneath their calm tone. “Logistically speaking, it’s a terrible idea, that much I know.” Bellamy turned away from the viewport overlooking Iumia, crossing their arms loosely as if to hide the tapping of their fingers. “But can we truly call ourselves the pride and joy of Iumia’s research corps when there’s so much left to explore? You know as well as I do, we’ve barely scratched the surface.”