Yeah, that's one way to put it. All twelve of our worlds. Most of us survived because we were on ships away from the planets. Went back for some, but...
Well, anyway.
[Mars' words shoot through Kara's brain, splintering off into her heart. She was from Earth?! It's got to be different, surely a different one than their long sought-after, once thought mystical, Earth. Even if it is, if it really exists, Kara longs to see it. But even more than that, to tell her crew.]
You are? Seriously, you're from Earth?
[She tries to keep it cool, unsure how well she's doing. She kind of also doesn't care. She wants to feel real wind, run her fingers through real foliage. Breathe in air that isn't recycled or through a mask.]
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Yeah, that's one way to put it. All twelve of our worlds. Most of us survived because we were on ships away from the planets. Went back for some, but...
Well, anyway.
[Mars' words shoot through Kara's brain, splintering off into her heart. She was from Earth?! It's got to be different, surely a different one than their long sought-after, once thought mystical, Earth. Even if it is, if it really exists, Kara longs to see it. But even more than that, to tell her crew.]
You are? Seriously, you're from Earth?
[She tries to keep it cool, unsure how well she's doing. She kind of also doesn't care. She wants to feel real wind, run her fingers through real foliage. Breathe in air that isn't recycled or through a mask.]