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[ "By living on", huh? Neil is listening, but his gaze is seeking out the fake sky, observing the way the dome curves and trying to imagine how, beyond the water, he would be able to stare at the star-littered abyss of space. Here, he has to settle for the evening to bring about the projection of an approximation of that view, and it's something that comes to his mind as a painful reminder of where he is; not just where he is standing, physically, but also where in time he is.
Neil... can't even call himself a sacrifice. A martyr. What he did was stretch out his arm too far, and lost his hand in the process. ]