Paradise Lost
by Cúthalion
Grace
Each time those chocolate brown eyes look at me, I can see her disappointment. She was waiting for the well-trained scientist, the man whom it took three years to speak the language of those giant blue natives fluently, who could've written novels about the plants and beasts of this strange place.
She was waiting for my brother.
But Tommy was killed, and instead of him she got me.
She thinks I'm an idiot, a brainless tool, nothing more but a useless substitute. I never even trained in that weird machine. No wonder she's furious.
Still, Tommy's dead. And I'm alive.