She pressed play. On screen, the captain stood at the airlock, his best friend on the other side, the self-destruct sequence ticking down. No music. Lena had muted it. All we heard were the actors’ raw breaths, the hiss of escaping atmosphere. Stripped of the score, the scene was ugly, awkward, real. The captain’s face crumpled. His friend mouthed, It’s okay.
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