Months had passed, and they hadn't been able to fix the ship. On this particular day, August was lying on the ground, staring up at the ceiling as Aspen worked.
Aspen was quiet. After a moment she put the tool down, staring at the ship silently for a moment before looking over at him. "I don't think I can do it, August. I don't think I can fix this ship."
She frowned, coming over and sitting beside him with a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I wish I could.."