"Days have turned to weeks, to months, to years. All that I have seen are the inner walls of this ship. Space no longer holds my interest. I used to sit on the observation deck and watch for hours as we drifted past all the marvelous things scattered throughout these galaxies. Nothing is marvelous anymore. You being gone has sucked the light out of my little world, my love. Is it cold where you are? It is here, despite the ships heating units, it is still cold. Cold that is felt deep in my bones. Yesterday one of the landing parties came back aboard after visiting a colony, no one would say what had happened but they came back with a little girl, she speaks sign language and one of the sailors, Boemont I think, communicates with her. She was alone I think, like me. My darling, my desire to live is fading, I feel like an outcast. I fear that I may make some rash decisions due to my current state. Come back to me..."
Jonathan Lupo - Civilian Aboard Centurion
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