"Who… was that little girl…?" he murmured under his breath. "I've been seeing her ever since I stepped onto Jupiter…"
He recalled the vision he had.
He stood again beneath a sky too vast to belong to any one world, the same impossible expanse he had first witnessed the moment he stepped through the portal at Blackwood Tower and tore through its defenses. Back then, after the destruction, after he had lifted his head and stared into the void above Jupiter's horizon, he had seen her for the first time.
A small figure in the distance in the cosmos, waving at him.
And because he had looked at her instead of the surroundings, the missile had caught him in the face.
Ever since then, he had been dreaming of that little figure, and with every vision, it was getting clearer and clearer than the last. He was able to go near her and saw her crying, and that was when his hover. Now he stood in that same suspended space once more.
