Evan's entire body went cold, and control slipped from his grasp. An overwhelming instinct screamed at him, demanding that he leave here as fast as possible.
It demanded he got back to the surface of a planet.
Somewhere, anywhere, as long as he couldn't see this endless interstellar void stretching before him with his naked eyes.
STOP TRYING TO RESIST!!!
The feeling was irrational, but the logical part of his mind kept him rooted in place. He was in space—he couldn't go anywhere without Jamie's help anyway.
His fingers clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his skin, breaking it. Blood dripped down his palm, but he barely registered the pain.
Despite the migraine intensifying with every thought, he continued to question himself.
'This isn't just about Aidos…ever since Earth V, I'd always doubted the existence of the Universe, deep down…
WHY?'
DON'T TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHY!!!
'And what the hell is that thing in the back of my mind, telling me NOT to think about it?!'
