The silence on the bridge of the broken spaceship was heavy, and it would have surely been shattered by a cry, had Hannah been conscious to witness what was happening.
Lucas' face was hard as he held Estrella's heart in his hand. Despite the wound he had created, there was no blood, and it was as if he had only speared his hand into a human-sized doll. And worse, a doll that had been ravaged.
He ignored the lack of movement from the heart, as well as the lack of any temperature inside the still body, and closed his eyes after one last look at Estrella's closed eyes. He focused on the foreign feeling in his hand, on the only thing he brought back from the giant relic of a planet.
