Natalya looked up at him and offered a brief, reassuring smile before she let go of his hand and started to weave through the few markers there were, until she arrived at two standing plain and upright, each bearing a name and a date. One one was inscribed with the words "We must become astronauts and go out into the universe and discover the God in ourselves." and the other, in Cyrillic, The Earth is a cradle of the mind, but we cannot live forever in a cradle. Choosing the inscriptions had been the most use she'd made of her attempts at being a student of literature in what felt like years.

She stopped in front of them and crossed her arms low against her ribs.

"I only have same thing to say for them, each time. If they can hear, must be very bored, by now."