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His eyes widened slightly, and he took another step toward her. "Anya!"
He looked up at her. "We could go on so many new adventures together, An."
He stopped now, his brows furrowing. "An.. You can stay with me.. and you can sleep on my bed and we can take care of Digit together."
He continued to move toward her, bracing himself. "Anya, please.. Please come back to me."
He watched her carefully. "Anya.. Come back. Come back with me to the ship..."
His expression softened and he shuddered. "Anya.."
Basel frowned, entering cautiously and looking around.
He nodded, going to follow.
"Let me see her," he asked quietly. "Please."
"I want her back," he said weakly. "I want her back."
"Is she still alive?" Basel asked quickly, his voice strained.
He looked angry, but at this point nothing came out.
"I loved her!" he hissed, maybe faltering for a moment. "She gave me company. This ship.. I'm replaceable. If I die then you can easily find...
He stared at her sharply, pulling out of her grasp. "I don't care."
"Then I'll go by myself," he said roughly, moving to get his things together.
(Yoop!)
He stepped nearer, his tone insistent. "We have to go back. If not the whole ship, then I'll take a pod."
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck and starting back.
He stood up suddenly, his gaze sharp and voice grating. "Stephanie. What the *squee!*? They told you this and you continued to go through with...
He sighed, looking back down. "Should we look around at the colony or head back?"
