The 3 of them waited in the shuttle for the next day. Despite the ship being in stealth mode, Linda stayed up to keep watch. She didn't exactly need to sleep in the first place, so it was a welcome change from Sil using a clone to stay up for him.
However, Sil not needing to stay up meant he had to sleep, and his dreams lately have been vivid with him thrashing about in his bed. It was fine when he was living alone, but he feared that Linda and Layla might judge him for how he slept.
Sil laid in the shuttle's bed. It was effectively just a piece of the wall that could be pulled down to create a sort of shelf. Human sized of course. There were only two so Layla thought it was perfect that Linda didn't need to sleep.
The planet darkened, and outside the shuttle was the faint sound of little creatures chirping in the night. After laying there for a while, keeping himself awake, eventually, Linda took in a deep breath and turned to look at Sil.
"I know you're awake, boy," Linda whispered with a disappointed tone.
"How could you tell?" Sil whispered back.
"Your breathing is too fast to be asleep. Get some rest, we'll need you at 100% capacity tomorrow."
Sil shuffled in bed to be more comfortable, "fine…"
Sil begrudgingly closed his eyes, but Linda was right. He needed to sleep.
—
Sil found himself back on planet Umbrae, the night sky beginning to brighten, the cold chill that lightly blew through his clothes. He looked at the bright red lights, focusing on a single one, then his vision drifted downwards to a familiar face.
His strong eyebrows, his clean face with peach fuzz, his golden brown eyes. His figure was far, in the distance away from a clear view. As with the nature of dreams, Sil couldn't see him clearly, but knew what he looked like.
The figure turned around, and began running off. Sil followed him, going down alleyways, twists, turns, and more. He chased after that familiar being, their speed hard to match by many species.
Sil and the figure ran through the planet, coming across the many sights that Swinn once showed him. The wind rushed through his ears, the race was exhilarating.
Soon enough, after following the figure down a u-turn, the environment changed to planet Sicidia. The near colorless world greeted him, and Sil saw himself in 3rd person, except he was roach-like, a Meimane.
Following some sort of mission, Sil was working at a machine, it was broken and needed to be repaired. He knew nothing about repairing technology, this was something someone like Logan or Swinn would have to see.
Turning around, he could see Swinn— or at least Swinn as a Meimane like he was, working at the device. Taking out a wrench to fix some gears into place.
"Think this will fix it?" The Swinn-Meimane said.
"I'm not sure," Sil sighed, "I'm not gonna hold my breath though."
Pressing a few buttons on the machine, they both expected something to happen but nothing did.
Disappointed, Sil left Swinn to work on the machine and entered his tent. Inside the tent, the world changed again, and Sil himself on Blade island's beaches. He was shorter, smaller, and younger.
The little one, as his friends used to call him, walked down the beach for seemingly both no time and forever. The ocean waves crashing onto the shore, seagulls flew in the air. Wind rustling the leaves. It was like Sil time traveled to the past, before everything happened.
However, he stopped, noticing the sand was stained bright red. Following the blood, he saw it came from his three closest friends at the time. Their lifeless bodies dying on the ground. Raten, Vorden, and Ceaser.
Sil ran up to the closest one, Raten, and shook him vigorously.
"Raten! Raten!" Sil cried out.
Raten's eyes were half lidded, but Sil's mind focused on his mouth. The lips were moving ever so slightly, and he focused to hear his words.
"...."
"R-raten—" Sil choked up, "Raten— stay silent, I can heal you, I can fix this—"
"...S…Sill…"
"Raten— please—" Sil couldn't help but cry.
"...Sil…"
"...Sil."
"Sil!"
—
Sil's eyes opened wide as he was back in the shuttle. There right next to him was Linda, her usual stone cold expression now laced with concern.
"Sil, are you alright?"
Sil felt something wet on his face, and wiped them away. Tears.
"...I'm fine. It was just a bad dream."
"You don't have to lie, I understand."
There in her eyes was a sadness that was all too familiar. The same sadness Sil once saw 500 years ago.
"Do you not need to sleep?" Sil whispered, careful not to disturb Layla.
Linda sat on the bed next to him, "I don't have to sleep, but there are times that I do, and I always see their faces."
Sil realized who she was talking about, and solemnly looked at his hands.
"We just have to keep going, it's what they would've wanted."
"It's tiring."
"It is, but having a goal helps."
Linda glanced in his direction before standing up and walking over to the entrance, leaning on the wall and crossing her arms.
"I guess I'll be looking forward to leaving this planet then."
Sil smiled, and laid back in bed. He decided to go back to sleep and get as much rest as possible.