Tilted Eight

I was fixing the power coupling when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and there was a young girl, eightish, wearing a civilian suit.

“Was it worth it?” she asked me.

I stared at her for several seconds.

“Was what worth it?” I eventually managed.

“Coming out here.” she said, her eyes almost staring through me.

“It’s my job to fix this today…”

“I mean your people.”

I took a moment.

“The path here was rough, but getting here saved us from ourselves.” I eventually managed.

She tilted her head and vanished.

She let us be.