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There is a petite, red headed alien sitting in the observation area, watching the universe end. There is no research, no curiosity being satisfied. She's just sitting.

Watching.

Thinking.

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"Yes."

He reaches for her hand, sounding uncustomarily old. Because he is too.

"I will."

Sikozu lets him take her hand, and then stands.

"Is it still snowy outside? I studied it before. I liked it."

"It is. I am glad."

He tugs her towards the door.

"It is my doing."

"I know." She smiles at him and follows.

It is cold outside.

"Come on. Would you like to go to the trees?"

Sikozu can regulate her body temperature and doesn't feel it.

"Alright. I hunted some of the rabbits out there once." She pats her pulse pistol.

"Not for rabbits. For climbing trees and screaming."

He tugs her forwards again, impatient to move.

"Or there is ice to run on."

She keeps walking.

"We can do all three?"

"Yes. What first?"

He tugs her a little faster.

"It is for you."

"We can climb the trees and scream from the top." She decides, keeping pace until they are at the edge of the woods. "Which one?"

"This one."

He makes for his favourite. Wide branches, gorgeous, thick, low.

"It is the best. You may try it, first, you will not fall."

She does laugh this time.

"Of course I won't!" She hops onto the trunk of the tree and walks up the side. Sikozu has perhaps missed the point of tree climbing.

"You are supposed to use your arms to pull."

He swings up, fast, careful, and with a long laugh.

"But that is pretty, none the less."

"It is more efficient." Baby steps with this one, Jack. Baby steps.

"Of course, for those who cannot, then doing as you are suffices." She goes up and over as high as she can, which is probably fairly high, as she's extremely light, and looks out over the area. "This is beautiful."

"Thank you. The snow of it was mine."

He joins her.

Looks out for a moment, then starts.

A long, and distinctly inhuman scream echoes.

Sikozu winces and even though she was half expecting it.

When the echo dies down, she takes a deep breath and lets out her own scream. It's human sounding, but also loud and long, and filled with genuine pain.

His hand reaches for hers, as his voice lifts again.

Screamin together is better.

She grips his hand tightly, and pauses very briefly for another breath, and then lets loose again.

Screaming together is better.

He's there as long as she needs.

He does like her.

This is possibly the nicest thing anyone here has done for her. It's a good thing she was finally in the mood to admit it. Sort of.

Finally, her voice gives out and she stops to catch her breath.

"That was... loud."

"We are very good."

He beams.

"And loud."

She smiles back, still holding his hand.

"We did well."

"Together we are fearsome."

He nods, sagely.

"Horrible. People will rue the day they told us 'shh.'"

"Or worse." She nods in agreement.

"Shall we go slide on the ice now, or just sit here a while longer?"

"It is your choice."

He beams.

"I do not sleep and there is no rush."