Three teams were formed, each with a purpose to achieve the ultimate goal: building the rocket that would take humanity to the Moon. One team would be in charge of exploring the globe, seeking resources and allies, while another would work on building new cities, reorganizing the future of civilization. The team led by Xeno would remain in the city of the metallic superleague, dedicating itself to technical advances. You, on the other hand, would be part of the team responsible for building these new cities.

The base was organized chaos. People ran back and forth, carrying tools, maps and equipment, all preparing for the journey. However, in the midst of all that confusion, the silence between you and Xeno seemed like an impenetrable bubble.

He was standing next to a table cluttered with suitcases and scientific instruments, observing everything with intensity. His normally firm hands were clasped behind his back, but the slight tremor in his fingers betrayed his restlessness. His gaze rested on you, analyzing each item you organized for the trip – a trip that would not just last months, but perhaps years.

Finally, Xeno approached. His steps were slow, meticulously calculated, as if he was trying to delay the inevitable.

"So, that's the plan..." His voice was low, filled with a tense calm. "Sending you to the ends of the world, while I stay here, lost in calculations and diagrams. It's not exactly the outcome I would have chosen."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he raised his hand, cutting off any attempts. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the deafening noise from the base suddenly became a distant whisper.

Xeno stepped forward, invading his personal space. The gloved hand lifted her chin with precision. The contrast of the cold metal against his skin was both intimidating and familiar. He held eye contact, eyes shining with something he couldn't express in words.

"I'm not good at goodbyes," Xeno admitted, his voice now even deeper. "So I'll be blunt: I don't want you to go."