she would have loved you, like I love you

and then thinking about all the people who call her cold or uncaring or clinical about what she has to do to save earth. eva stratt, who had silly t-shirts and vodka and favorite meals stored in the Hail Mary and treated with the same level of importance as the finely tuned equipment and the centrifuge the entire planet relies on for salvation.

and then thinking about eva stratt nodding and saying, “yeah, I’m pretty awful. that’s why i’m in charge” with a neutral expression and even believing it. as if crafting the most beautiful coffin and homage to her soon-to-be dead friends won’t haunt her always.

thinking about eva stratt being the first person on the “eva stratt is a monster” train, welcoming ryland grace aboard and knowing she believed in him more than anyone else.

dm: check your dms :3c

the message:

,,His brother was forced. His brother was drugged. His brother was a coward. His brother explicitly stated he’d sabotage the mission if they forced him, and who knows if he actually meant that, but it sure didn’t make anyone feel good that he even said that in the first place. Ryland’s memories had been wiped. His brother probably didn’t even remember Colt anymore, nor did he know who he was. He could be an entirely different person when he woke up."

Grace does something nice and Simon thanks him

The brain worm of "aperture" continues to burrow in my brain.

Fic link: Aperture

Fic creator:

@birdbyrne

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