The war happened generations before my time. The hate we all harbor deep inside is built from stories. Stories whose authors haven’t existed for a very long time—but for some reason, we still believe them.

        “Ugh, vitamin slop. How I’ve missed you.” Lilith muttered sarcastically, as the viscous brown goop was splattered on her tray. Everyone in the Mess Hall shared the same exasperated look. A look their Habitat knew all too well.

        “What the hell happened the the Crops?” Biggs stood up from his table, the name was anything but ironic. “We just raided a supply train the other week! How are we back on this crap?” Anger then turned into sorrow, “We lost some of our best people that day, and we’re going to keep losing them unless we do something more!” The mess started to grow in noise. It seems Biggs wasn’t the only one who felt that way. “I’ve had enough of this! We need to show them Sins us Humans are still here, and once we kick them off this planet we will be coming for our true home!” The Mess erupted in noise. Metal trays jumped up and down as people banged their cutlery in support. It looked as if the whole Habitat was in agreement, even Lilith felt somewhat motivated from Biggs’ speech. The mess’ doors slid open—well, maybe not the whole Habitat.

        Lilith left the mess shortly after. The noise, now manifested into the chanting of Bigg’s name, was still somewhat audible. She had a feeling who’ll be out here and as she peered down the hallway, as expected, Jayce was there. Leant up on the low grade aluminium wall, his head was in his arms. “Too much for ya’?” Lilith said, jokingly.

        “Hm?” His head lifted from his arms, and turned to face her. He looked more fed up then pissed off. A face she wasn’t expecting. ”Oh, hey Lilith. Shouldn’t you be in there chanting Biggs’ name?” His eyes were old, unlike his face.

        “Nah, not my kinda thing. I much prefer it when it’s only one person calling my name.” Lilith gave a sly look to Jayce, causing him to smirk. He’s one of the few people who gets her humour.

        They stood against the wall, facing opposite directions. Jayce facing the wall, finally spoke up. “I don’t know what to do Lilith.” His eyes met hers. “My father always managed to keep the Habitat in order, but clearly I can’t—and to be honest, I don’t think I should. Biggs is right.”

        Clearly surprised by his attitude, Lilith stopped leaning on the wall and faced him directly.“I’m not going to tell you what to do Jayce, but listen. I respected your father. He was what we needed when this Habitat first started, but we’ve been stagnant for too long.” Lilith turns away as she begins to walk back to the Mess Hall, then with a glance back towards Jayce she says, “It’s up to you what you do, but remember. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you—even if that means supporting Biggs.” Then with a wink, Lilith disappears back into the Mess.