All my focus was on building the Machine.
It's impossible to properly describe the feeling of being in that war room as the mission failed; I mean, they achieved the goal of destroying the space station I guess, but that led to a worse discovery... Or maybe it was good. If my theory was correct, it might give us a chance to fix things.
That chance felt scarily small.
A part of me had hoped that as I explained my ideas to the others, that other, smarter, better equipped people than me would be able to step in and make things work. Instead everyone is treating me as if I'm the expert, instead of simply being the unlucky person who was there to witness the ghost connection to everything that was happening now. The idiot kid meddling in situations she had no place to be, then and now
I worked myself to exhaustion, for multiple reasons. I knew that the Staarus plan could go ahead any day now, especially now that they basically probably knew that we knew about it. We needed to finish the work, test everything, give it our best go, as soon as humanly possible. Or paladanianly possible. Or Weraynian-ly. That doesn't really work. Whatever.
But also I felt sick whenever I even stopped for a break, and was dreading, dreading, dreading, when I would eventually be forced to put everything down and try to sleep. I'd played this game before, I knew what awaited me. Dreams, nightmares, memories, getting to relive watching my friends die, getting pulled back into the spiral. Even working so hard that I passed out wouldn't prevent it though, I had no control over my thoughts while asleep. Still, I toiled.
Abigail had obviously decided she was in charge of taking care of everyone. Now that we were on Werayne we shared the room with Jayken and Alexa,
I wished we didn't need her to test the Machine, I'd do anything not to have to put her through that. I knew she hated the thought of it.
The Protector had procured a Staarus ship and gone to meet Rojjel on Halapatov. The site where the ghosts had amassed was [guarded? Monitored?]