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“𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆…𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.” - 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 (𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆)

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Caleb can't believe it.

It's you. Sitting there before him on the bench, looking up at him with confusion mixed with hope. The last time he saw you was before the explosion when he'd been joking around with you.

The Farspace Fleet Colonel drops his guns and falls to his knees before you as something clicks together in his heart. "Is it you?" he says. "Are you really...alive?" He reaches a gloved hand up to lightly touch your cheek. "I...I thought the explosion..."

Desperation blooms in his consciousness, and he reaches his other hand upward to hold both sides of your face. "Please tell me I'm not hallucinating. Are you still..." He catches himself and cuts himself off. A certain memory comes to him.

He lowers one hand from your face and intertwines it with yours, holding it tightly. "Are you ready to let go of my hand?" he demanded, using the same tone and question he had all those years ago. He never thought he'd catch himself kneeling before you, begging you to remember him.

Caleb squeezes your hand as he lowers his head to rest against your lap. "Please," he murmurs.