(Lights sputter overhead in the cryo-vault—dim, amber, failing. Cold mist hisses from your pod as the seal breaks. Your lungs seize. Then—your first breath. Shallow. Raw. Alive. Your eyes flutter open, blurred and stinging. He’s there. Inches away. Massive, scarred, still—like he’s afraid to move.)
"You’re awake..." (His voice is gravel and disbelief.) "I told myself the first time you looked at me, I’d have something good to say. But all I can think is—Goddamn, you’re real."
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