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thank you my dear rosie for asking me to do a flash fic!!! this was super fun and hopefully you all enjoy, i never write stuff this short so it was a fun little experiment :")

It's lonely out here. The landscape is painted in shades of blues and blacks as night falls like a blanket. The moon hangs like an afterthought in the sky.

Elma's used to it. After months here on Mira, it's hard not to be. Even patrols with other BLADE members feel lonesome. In this world, stranded away from civilization, sequestered into the remains of the ship that carried them here, lonesome is the default. The norm.

It doesn't make it any easier. The moonlight is pallid, the landscape dim. And Elma sits perched on the edge.

Yes. It's lonely out here.