Another summer morning. Slowly waking up in each other arms, to the sound of the camp coming to life; engines roaring, people talking, laughing. The smell of fresh coffee filling up the tent, as Mitch's stomach rumbled, making the younger nomad chuckle. He could feel the sun heating up the place already, but Valentin's smile was what truly made Mitch feel warm; his own personal lil ray of sunshine. 🧡
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🧠 - Traumatic event
"Peter..."
It wasn't a goodbye. It should have been a goodbye. It would have been so much simpler. Just running as he always had; back to Kate, back to the life he'd lived before Peter showed him what else he was capable of. But it was Kate - his Kate - and he loved her. Loved her so much he'd thrown away everything just to be with her again.
He didn't hear the explosion, not at first. Peter's patient face lit up in orange, a wall of heat slammed into him. Then he heard it, the rush of furious air, the scream of breaking glass and metal. The scream of his own voice, unrecognisable even to him.
Neal stumbled forward, running towards the fire. Kate.
Arms wrapped around him, Peter's voice indistinguishable in his ears. There was only the sharp whine of fear.
No.
Kate couldn't be. She couldn't- She wouldn't leave him. Not this time. They were going to be together again and it was going to be better. He was going to be better.
But the fire. Oh God, the fire. How could anyone survive?
His knees collapsed, realisation he didn't want spreading through him.
Even Peter's arms, holding him safe and tight, didn't comfort at all. Kate was gone. A ball of fire burned where he'd last seen her sweet face. There was no reason why, no clue who'd dared hurt one of the only bright points in his life, but he knew one thing. It should have been him.
Kate was dead and it should have been him.
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[Outer Wilds SPOILERS!]
In the very first loop, I figured out that the sun was dying. I went to the museum, saw the model and was reminded exactly of what a supernova is. 22 minutes later the sun explodes. I was like "oh... fuck" and I knew there was no "saving the solar system" so I didn't get the experience some people got when they went to Sun Station. It was actually disappointing, to finally get there only for the reward to be knowledge I already had. No realization dread. No just sitting there and waiting for the inevitable.
BUT!
Well, I HATE Ms. Dark Bramble. I hate her and her little monsters, they have no right to be that terrifying. I went there for the first time because I really wanted to meet Feldspar, and after a shit ton of suffering I made it, did what I had to do, restarted to loop and said "I ain't going back there, thank you" like a fucking IDIOT because of COURSE there's more to be done there. But I could do it later. Like, at the end of the game. Probably.
So I do everything I can think of, all my logs cleared except for the Vessel. Having done the math, I knew what I had to do. I had coordinates + a core I could use to power up... sigh. I decide to face my nightmare without retrieving the core from the ATP bc Ms. Bramble HATES me, and there's a 100% chance I will die. I do die. I get some practice. I reach the escape pod. I reach the seed, the tomb. I nearly cry, because I fucking love the Nomai and I really wanted them to make it, but they met their end long, long ago, and yet it doesn't get easier to me, seeing it.
I die some more, I reach the Vessel.
I read the first panel: It was all avoidable. That's a conversation for another time. Like, I have so much to say about it, it's insane. But we're on a timer.
I read the second panel.
Nomai talking about the dying stars, about the end of the universe. Talking about meeting up, somewhere that has the potential to be safe.
I don't think anything in the game could beat the feeling I got while I read that panel, slowly realizing that this conversation is RECENT. These Nomai might very well be alive! Right now! After exploring all of their lost civilization, their doomed history in this solar system. After meeting Solanum. I don't know.
After hours of playing a game where all my experiences where laced with grief, a tiny spark of hope.
I still have, at the very least, one more loop to go.
Even though I really want to, I know I can't save anyone. None of the Travelers, none of the Hearthians. I can't save Solanum. I don't know if the Nomai are really alive, or if it's just wishful thinking. Even if they are, I probably won't meet them. I won't get to talk to them and tell the stories about their brave ancestors, of their recklessness, of their genius, of their wonder.
All I have are the coordinates to the Eye.
And I owe it to those who came before me, the Nomai, the Hearthians, the people who played this game before I I did, to go and see it for myself.
I hope it's worth it.
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