As the ship drifted through the quiet dark of space, everyone inside finally had a moment to breathe. Silva reclined lazily in his chair with Snow sitting comfortably on his lap. He looked down at her small, expressionless face and gently poked her cheek.
' i really wonder why she still can't talk…'he thought.
Ever since he had gotten Snow back from the Celestials, not a single word had come out of her mouth. No sound. No whisper. Not even a hum.
Silva didn't know whether something had been done to her… or if this was simply how she existed now. Still, he hoped, one day, she would speak. Or at the very least, he wanted to know if she even could.
"I have a question," Drake said suddenly.
Silva raised an eyebrow. "Shoot."
"Does time work the same here as it does on our planet?"
It was a simple question, but it immediately caught Silva's attention. He leaned up slightly, Snow bouncing on his lap.
