( prax huffs out a breath, amused despite himself. for a moment, at least. they can't focus on doom and gloom constantly, can they? prax isn't sure if not thinking of mei every minute of every day is some kind of betrayal, but he figures it probably isn't. she'd want him to find her, but she'd want him to find what happiness he can along the way, too, wouldn't she? that's the little girl he's raising. )
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Reactor cores are mysterious to me.
( what a pair they make. )