30x300 by -yannik-
DAY TWENTY SIX
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I want to get out. Please, let me out! The air is leaking through the broken airlock, there's nothing left to breathe. There's so little space! There are three dead bodies. Am I dead too? I should be, I killed them. No! No it wasn't my fault Bruno! It wasn't! You should have warned me that the ascend was too high.
"But I warned you."
"No, you didn't! You just asked if I wasn't too daring, that was what you said! You didn't say 'change the trajectory', you didn't tell me that."
"You were the pilot, not me."
"But you should have said something!"
"Like what? Whatever I'd say, you'd just laugh me out, and do your job. You were the best damned pilot in the Academy! You'd handle any situation."
"It wasn't my fault! You won't make me feel guilty!"
"You won't make me feel guilty. I'm dead."
"Tom?"
"You should have said. Odile should have, Charlie…"
"Tom!"
"You'll answer before the court martial."
"Tom! Tom, wake up."
"No. It wasn't me, not my fault…""Tom, it's okay. Tom?"
The voice finally came through. Tom looked up, and saw those concerned blue eyes. So much like his mother's. Concerned. Caring. Carrying no consolation.
"It wasn't my fault" he muttered. His face was wet from tears.
"I know" the Captain whispered softly.
"I'm lying. It was my fault. It was!" he sobbed.
She outstretched her hand, and uneasily touched his forehead, stroked his hair. Then she sat beside him, as if unsure what to do. And he lay there, sobbing into the pillow, ashamed of himself. He sobbed like a child, unable to stop. And she sat like a mother, trying to care.
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