3 days after Jarmin died, somewhere over The Syinide Empire.
Depression. That's all Voltus felt, the 3 days he spent adrift exhausted him, he whent through greif, anger, insanity and now, depression. He felt like he had lost everything. Through out the entire ordeal her corpse never stank, the only thing he could smell was her perfume, the only thing he could hear was her voice and the only thing he could see were here lifeless eyes.
Voltus woke up to the hiss of the doors and the sound of feet climbing on board.
"two people, a dead body and a severely dehydrated man" a mans voice called through the radio. Voltus felt himself being bodily dragged by a the man, and he dud nothing to stop him, he just starred blankly at her body, clutching the sapphire necklece a single tear running down his cheek.