Elder's finger hovers over the launch button. He glances up at me, and I can see the worry in this eyes, creasing the corners and making him look old and sad. The planet shines through the honeycombed glass in front of us - blue and green and white and sparkling and everything I have ever wanted. But the emotion twisting my stomach is fear.
Terror.
Are we ready for this? I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
Elder leans back, away from the launch button. We've moved everything from Godspeed into the shuttle that we can take, he syas. Everything's been strapped down-
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