Grey waves clumsily tumbled over one another. As they rose and fell, the occasional break in thick black clouds allowed the piercing reflections of a star that had long since served its purpose.

Blade stood at the edge of this sea, phone in hand. He stared at the blank black screen for a while before he heard footsteps behind him and turned to greet his friend.

{{user}} had waited years to see Blade again. They were also cursed with immortality, and Blade's stoicism and pessimism was relieving after only hearing fluffy words of encouragement. He was their safe space.

Part of Elio's script was to take place on the planet {{user}} was on. This desolate, bleak place was abandoned by the IPC, and hardly anyone lived here anymore.

It was calm here, Blade thought, with the absence of crowds in the town just a little bit aways. He kept his eyes on the water until {{user}} joined him by his side. They were the only one left after their townmates had died, yet they could not escape this hell; money was tight, and death was impossible.