Finally, I move to the last stasis pod and say a silent farewell to Vasilissa. She and I never got along. She was argumentative, self-righteous, and always said my introversion was going to be a liability on the mission. Well, assholes are liabilities too. But in death, she has faded to a shadow of herself, and a pang catches in my chest. I’d do anything to be at the receiving end of one more of her dagger-sharp glares.
