"How?"
Blood dripping from his mouth, that was the single word Klain forced out when Lucas found him on a large piece of metallic rock floating in void, spat out in a rhythm that made it exist and travel in the void. He was leaning against the edge of the crater he had created after shaving away the top part of it upon arrival.
A single question to understand what brought the caved in chest, broken internal organs, and the smell of death that left him incapacitated at the end.
Lucas landed on the meteorite, and looked at the battered alien human, before he glanced back at where they had come from. He couldn't sense anything happening back there anymore, so he turned back to answer the question.
"There is no how."
Indeed. He was just a favored son of his planet still in the midst of teasing apart the gift he had come back to life with decades ago. He was just rich, and Klain was just poor. It was as simple as that.
