Ghosts Without Desire

[Victor Steiner]

His head still throbbed with pain. He was uncertain how long he had been unconscious, a day? Maybe two. The confusion was evident when he spoke.

''Yes..I do''

Edmund wasn't a brave man, he knew his duty and he knew what he had to do. But all he really wanted was to go home. How he'd manage that he had yet to figure out, but he knew, that if he was clever enough, or shrewd enough, he'd do it. The girl who had captured him wasn't what he was expecting. One moment she was full of rage, ego and self confidence, like she had been in space. The next she seemed sad, lonely and forlorn. He didn't know what to make of it, perhaps it was a ruse, perhaps he wasn't seeing things right. Maybe she was insane, or maybe he was. Either way, he was uncuffed, and that wasn't a bad thing. Or it was, since the guards threw him a crude space suit and left.

''Why am I here?''

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