Out of bounds

[Sombs]

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Day 6 - Location unknown

Cryo capsules. Ezrael stood infront of one. A Core design cryo capsule. He never imagined the need for them on the Apahanta, yet they would be a necessary evil if it means they all would survive.

The room was filled with them, in multiple rows. There were four more rooms on the same deck filled with those cryo pods. Enough for a battleship usually crewed with at least 400 people. Ezrael turned his head to the side, where Sombra was cleaning a cryo pod using a wet piece of cloth. She had no idea she might be in one of those pods for the rest of her life. The idea was horrible to Ezrael. She was so happy. Now that Leon mentioned it earlier, he had noticed it. Nobody on the Apahanta was as happy as Sombra was.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Sombra asked, having realized Ezrael was staring at her for a while now. She was cleaning the glass surface of the capsule, as dust was covering most of them.

Ezrael formed a smile on his lips. "No, you're doing everything correctly. I was just taking in the view."

"Of me wiping some dust off a cryo pod? It's not like I'm doing a sexy car wash here," she returned with a giggle, slightly blushing at his comment. She first continued with the job until she realized he was still staring at her. "What is it?"

"You know, I was thinking about you a bit." Ezrael moved a bit closer to her, which resulted in her dropping the piece of cloth in her hand. Once more she was blushing. It was easily visible on her rather pale skin. "You haven't been that happy for quite a while now. Why is that. We might die out here, we have suffered casualties, the ship is heavily damaged and we don't know where we are, but you couldn't have been more happy."

The smirk on his lips was gone, allowing a rather firm expression to face Sombra. She however lowered her face, looking down to his legs. "Is it not obvious to you? You know me, Ez."

"It is not that I am not glad about you spreading positive energies within the crew, and what you did last night, with Lorena, was a really nice surprise. But I want to know why you are that happy while we all know we might die out here, in some years." Another step towards her and he stood immediately infront of her.

Something she welcomed. She raised her head again, facing his chest while she reached out to hold his hands. "Because of what Leon said. You know I like Maren a lot, she is a funny girl. Yes, she thinks we're stupid and degenerate, I can live with that. I like her. But she is infected. She will never make you happy. And one day, she would have been your death. You know that yourself. As long as she is infected, she will be the reason for your death. Either because the Nomads want it that way or because you get into trouble for protecting a Wild. That is what she is. A Wild."

There were mixed feelings as she spoke. Anger was one of them. How could she dare to talk like that about Maren!? On the other hand, Ezrael knew it was true. How often had he thought about that himself. How often was her incubus threatening him. How often did she upset him. How often did she lie to him. It was an awkward feeling as Sombra placed her head on his chest, embraced him with her arms. "But now I am stuck with you at the end of the universe. With the man who made my life so much better. Who took my fear from living. Yes, we might die out here. Somewhen. But at least I am with the man I love over anything else. Here, it is just you and me. No Maren. No other women, apart from Lorena maybe, but she is a nice girl and doesn't love you. Here it is only me."

Feeling her warm body as she was squeezing him, Ezrael's heart was beating faster. Her words were flattering. She never had spoken about this, about her opinion on Maren. He knew she was loving him, but this was more than that. Wrapping his arms around her, he returned the hug, simply holding her for a while.

The seconds passed slowly. Suddenly, there was a bad feeling coming up. Hugging her more tight, Ezrael felt bad. He felt sorry. Because tomorrow he would need to lock her away, forcing her to sleep in a cryo pod. He couldn't tell her about it. All she wanted was to be with him, and not even here she would get to have him. Survival was the highest priority. "I'm just glad I can be with you, Ez. In Sirius, there was always something getting between us. But here I can be happy with you. That is why I am happy."

This was horrible, Ezrael thought. He heard her breath. Her chest was pushing against his, slowly. She was content with this, with holding him. She was happy. "Then let us wrap this up here and then we will do something nice together. I have a few bottles of wine in the cargo bay."

This could be her last evening with him. Knowing this, Ezrael tried to remain calm while he absolutely hated Sherry for suggesting this. Even though she was right. Survival, at all cost...

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