Chrysan's POV
"She's h-her, right?" I asked Hugo as my voice started cracking when I peeked inside the closest room to us— where the humming is coming from.
I saw her combing her hair with a white spacesuit as if she is getting ready for take-off.
"Yeah and looks like she doesn't have any stain of guilt on her face," Hugo commented as he looked at my mother too.
She is smiling while combing her silky straight brunette hair. She doesn't indeed look guilty. But why did she become the Black Sparrow's informant if she will turn blind eye against those people that will die just for her travel to earth— where Uncle Samson says that she will likely die.
"Chrysan," he called me making me look at him but he just stared at me for a while making me awkward.
"W-What is it?" I asked and drifted
