“We won’t.” He kicked off a loose panel and drifted closer, spinning lazily. “Because you’re doing the math.”
Aries laughed, a brittle sound. “I’m mapping the gravitational lensing of the next jump. If we miscalculate by even 0.3 degrees—” -DB- Kanata no Astra
And that, Aries realized, was the only north star they had ever needed. “We won’t
Kanata grinned. He tugged Aries’s tether, pulling them both back toward the ship. If we miscalculate by even 0
The void does not whisper. It does not threaten. That is what Aries Spring feared most as she drifted, tethered by a single silver thread to the rusted hull of the Astra . Below her, the planet they’d named “Shummoor” rotated—a marble of ochre and violet, beautiful and utterly indifferent to the nine teenagers clinging to life above it.
The Echo of Nine
She looked past him, at the endless black sewn with distant, cold stars. It was not the void that defined them. It was the small, fragile arc of light—the Astra —and the nine hearts beating inside it.