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Valentina's eyes are illuminated in neon green as she watches her Spirit leave her body, flung from her frame with a gentle shock. Her Spirit gazes down at her, with her white eyes curved, as if smiling down in adoration. She puts her hand over Valentina's cheek. When a Negative Spirit touches you, it always feels different, holier. Her hands tingle with warmth.
The ship buzzes and whirs in the background. Outside of the airlock, her dead friends are eternally arm wrestling. But her Spirit always works to distract her from that pain, and soon they will land on Earth.
