Eva laid down in the cargo bay, crates of dry foodstuffs all around and under her. Her EyeCast spun around her slowly, and captured her grief for all to see.
It had only been five or six cycles since she last talked to her grandparents, and just over one full cycle since Mack’s devastating message to her.
The pain of their loss was still incredibly fresh to her, and she simply couldn’t stop thinking about the life she had with them. And the life she no longer had with them.
She read Mack’s messages again and again, and wept openly each time.
Once she calmed down enough, she sent Mack a ping, though he didn’t respond until much later.
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Eva: how’s granddad doing? Is he doing ok? Lmk, alright?
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She picked herself up off the crates she was lying on, and hopped down to the floor. She paced around the cargo bay as her thoughts swum chaotically in her mind. Her EyeCast followed her with each step.
Eva looked straight at it, and gave it a weak smile.