Page 223 of Red Scale Daddy
Alive.
Separated.
Dux is above me, breathing hard. “You let go.”
“Yes.”
“You chose me.”
“Yes.”
I shove him off. “Get off me.”
“You chose me.”
“I also trapped us.”
“Less poetic.”
“More accurate.”
Dad’s voice crackles again. “Still alive? Still annoyed? Good.”
I crawl to the panel. “The escape plan has changed.”
Dux crouches beside me. “How?”
“The main route is lost. Throgg owns it.”
Dad exhales. “Great. Where do I go?”
“Service lock twelve. Exterior rails.”
Silence.
“Outside?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“In space?”
“Yes.”
“Of course it’s in space.”
“There are emergency skinsuits. Two-minute oxygen. Magnetic tethers.”
Dux stares at me. “That’s insane.”
“Yes.”
“Dangerous.”
“Yes.”
“Likely to get us killed.”
“Less likely than staying.”
