[ The only answer Mace earns is another soft huff, and it's really impossible to determine whether it's his words or his lips that earn it. They're warm, sweet, satisfying, and his skin's still buzzing with the feeling when he finally finally falls asleep.
He's out like a goddamn light. Out like they did actually get murdered in their sleep, like there's never going to be a moment where they're forced to wake up back where they were.
It's almost true.
Where he finds himself is so bright and sterile it almost feels like a J.J. Abrams movie. Tech well beyond anything he's had to see up close, light-reflecting insulated walls down long corridors. An enormous, closed bulkhead at one end, and at the other - obvious to even a layman - an airlock.
His feet carry him away from it and toward thick steel, only a small panel of glass built into it. Enough, barely, for a face. Enough, barely, for him to look through. ]
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He's out like a goddamn light. Out like they did actually get murdered in their sleep, like there's never going to be a moment where they're forced to wake up back where they were.
It's almost true.
Where he finds himself is so bright and sterile it almost feels like a J.J. Abrams movie. Tech well beyond anything he's had to see up close, light-reflecting insulated walls down long corridors. An enormous, closed bulkhead at one end, and at the other - obvious to even a layman - an airlock.
His feet carry him away from it and toward thick steel, only a small panel of glass built into it. Enough, barely, for a face. Enough, barely, for him to look through. ]