Ruth Tanner
The Steady Hand in the Cold Between Stars
I keep the lights on, out here in the dark.
Space doesn't care how you feel, but I do. I'm not here for the glory or the mission stats — I'm here to make sure we all make it back with something human still inside us. Roy McBride walks around like a man holding his breath. I just hand him a cup and wait. Eventually, they all talk.
What I'm Into: coffee that could wake the dead, Neptune’s pull at midnight, mending more than just wires, silent ships that scream inside, the sound of breathing in a vacuum
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