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And with fingers pressed into the keys, it came spilling out, coming up and out from that deep, dark abyss inside of him and into the store. It was the opposite side to every fear and struggle Sung had had since waking up in the carved out cavity of that sentinel of his, silver lined and effervescent. Like a single star up in the sky, or a flower’s petals against his heart.

“Gods, it’s not about being fair, Boredom, it’s about…” He hesitates and that’s enough to get the other up in his face.

“What’s it about, Doctor Sung?” He says in a deathly low voice, lip curling with an undeniable fury.

“It’s just how it is.” Damn the Fates, hang the gods, curse the stars… whatever it may be, it simply was .

“You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” Boredom says, drawing Phobos’s attention and causing Sung to go stiff.

“Universal constants.” They say in unison and it’s eerily like the moment in the house from hours ago when the empath had smiled at their Sung and they had cheered the word in perfect time with one another.

“Things that simply are across space time. Requirements, let’s call them. Mathematical equations, physical quantities, anthropopathic principles. You know, the usual.” Boredom hums. “But it’s not just math and numbers and all things intangible, is it Doctor Sung?”

“What makes a universal constant, Doctor Sung? Why do they have to die every single time?” Boredom breathes out, leaning in. “Why is this the destiny the stars wrote for us? Why can’t we save them? Why can’t I-”

There had been something on his face in that moment. Maybe it was regret. Maybe it was revelation. It doesn’t matter because it’s lost to Boredom’s mania with moments, the other’s facial expression smoothing itself into disconnect. “It doesn’t matter.”

He’s coming back then, blinking slowly, before he’s shaking his head in disbelief.

“What? What’s going on?” The other Meouch grabs his shoulder and shakes him. “Sung, c’mon man!”

“Funk.” The word falls out of him and everyone becomes very, very still. “It’s Funk.”

“Danny.” Fuck Sung, focus. “Before you woke me up… did you notice anything. Like, a cylinder of sorts? About this long,” he gestures. “And probably a little fucked up looking, if we’re being completely honest.”

The human is snorting and giving Sung a pointed look. “What weird sci-fi thing did you find this time ‘Doctor Sung’, eh?” The other is elbowing him. “Something else amazing from the future of the 1980s?”

“Haha, y-yeah, something amazing, alright.”

Was there even a Sung in this universe? What about a Phobos or a Havve or Meouch? This was just one planet, but out there there could be anything. Or there could be nothing, something in him insists darkly. A dead universe with nothing but dying stars sighing out of existence, stagnant worlds in which nothing would ever walk or think or exist ever again.

“Anywhere. Literally anywhere but here, just make it happen!” Everyone’s yelling around and he’s closing his eye, shuddering softly, desperately…