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Lovelace noticed the panel the moment she pulled herself into the room, swallowing the last of her feelings and willing her hands not to shake as she pried it all the way loose, tossed it aside, and shoved her whole arm into the small space between the walls.
There it was, folded gently, taped securely, hidden away. Fourier’s bookbag.
Lovelace finds the last tangible evidence of her old crew, hidden away in the walls of the Hephaestus, and Minkowski comforts her through it.
holy shit this so good