The vacuum was looking like a trash heap at the moment, a patch of space trash heap. Lucas didn't pay attention to the debris floating around. Sitting before the entrance of the Path he had just saved from an invasion, his crosslegged posture casual, he had a thoughtful gleam in his eyes as he looked into the distance, focused more on his thoughts than on the remnants of the fleet that had retreated.
It was as if he was sitting on the edge of a rooftop, treating the vacuum as a solid ground with one foot dangling in the void while the other was folded underneath. His chin lowered in his hand and supported by his elbow on his thigh, he blinked while letting his cells unwind as he recalled the sensation from his strongest blows throughout the fight earlier.
