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"We are lost, but we are not gone," Echo would say, a tough smile warming her dirty face. Whiskey knows that she was always lost, even when she was someone. Found was close, like a frozen lake, a reflection of possibilities.

The air is cold. The cold echoes in Whiskey's skin, and that feels like existing. Almost.

She's a captain going down with her ship. She keeps it safe so it can be discovered, and treasures can be dreams. She's going down with her ship, but not for noble reasons. She has a purpose, and it's like being found.

Almost.