my skin is cut from stone;
my bones are made of ice. (x)

why are you doing this?
it’s an echo. the console room, it’s the safest place on the ship. it can replicate itself any number of times—it’s trying to protect us.

I don’t know where I’m going, I just hope I’m not alone.

If you ever see a little blue box, flying up there in the sky, you shout for me, Gramps. Oh you just shout. 


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