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She'd gone looking for him in all the regular places. First, to the cafeteria, where he would've been sure to stuffing his face. Then, down into the hanger, where he often hid from her and the terrors of book learning. She wasn't supposed to be down here, exactly, not with people actively working on things, but the Fury was there, so it stood to reason that Vega would be, too.

But it wasn't.

So he wasn't.

"You didn't let him say goodbye," she murmured. "You didn't let Roxie say goodbye, or Yuri, and you didn't let Vega say goodbye, either." Sherry sat down heavily on the floor and rested her chin on her knees, curling herself up into as small a package as possible. She didn't want to cry, but it was tempting.

Instead, there was a familiar kind of numbness, which spread out from the back of her head and down into the rest of her. The same kind of feeling after all of her classmates had gone off to be eaten by monsters, and she was alone. Only, the difference was she hadn't really even liked her classmates. Vega had been her best friend aboard. But she would just have to get used to not seeing him, or yelling at him about studying, wouldn't she?

She didn't want to. A sniffle escaped, and Sherry worked hard to keep her face straight, her cheeks blotchy and red. It was embarrassing; Vega would definitely have made fun of her for crying. It wasn't like he was dead! Just sleeping. And maybe someday, he'd come back.

"It's okay. I'll wait for you," she mumbled. Sherry sniffle-hicced again and stood up, slowly scrubbing her hand over her face until she was sure any suspicious tears had been mopped up inexpertly. There was homework to do, and she'd have to teach him all this stuff if he ever returned. "Stupid." The little girl turned and began her long, miserable trudge to the Hub.

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Sherry clung to Kon and buried her face in his shoulder, muffling any stupid, shaking sobs with his shirt. She wheezed and hicced as she pulled away, "I'm sorry, I got your shirt wet."

"S'okay. I'm a superhero. I'm used to getting stuff like alien snot on my shirts."

He still held her. She wasn't exactly a small child anymore and was getting bigger all the time, but sometimes life on Stacy had a way of making you feel that way. Sometimes he felt lost like that even as an adult. Mostly it was to reassure her that he was there, and not going anywhere anytime soon (mainly because if Stacy tried to stuff him back in the pods, he planned to fight her damn tentacles). It wasn't like she was any heavier than a feather anyway.

"Do you wanna go watch a non-depressing movie or something? Throw rocks at stuff?"

Kid stuff. Having a best friend taken away was a lot for a little kid, especially when it was a friend that helped her be a little kid, and especially after everything else. He didn't want all the kid-ness to get knocked out of her just yet, stolen away by the ship and circumstance. That meant he'd even sit through a Disney movie if it meant he could actually get her to sit through one.

She was silent for a minute, trying to collect herself, "Can we do both?" It seemed like they ought to do both. It wouldn't even fix the fact she felt a little bit more lonely, but at least it meant she wouldn't be alone. Kon was good for banishing that totally alone feeling, more than he knew. She rested her head against his and sighed.

"This sucks."

"Yep. We can do both."

He started walking, still holding her, all squished up in this massive arms. She hated flying, so for once, instead of trying to get her used to it and torturing her just a little in his big broish way, he just walked instead of flying them both.

Throwing rocks first in the Sensoriums, then a movie. That sounded like a good itinerary.

"Everything sucks, and it'd be a total lie if I said it wasn't going to keep being that way."

So reassuring, but she was too smart to lie to. He wasn't going to insult her intelligence.

"But there's also a lot of stuff that'll unsuck. Vega might get let out someday--we might be able to make Stacy let people out. Even if we don't, he's safer in there than out here."

A pause.

"But you know all that stuff. So I'm just gonna say that in the meantime, you're not alone. You're never gonna be alone--you've got too many people that care about you. And him being away from you won't ever stop him from being your friend or you from being his friend."

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Sherry clung to Kon's neck and nodded glumly. He was right, of course, and she appreciated him not trying to sugarcoat and "make it better." She sniffled in reply and hid her face. The less people that noticed Sherry all wrapped up in Kon's arms like a little kid, the better. Let them think it was Vivio or someone.

Who cared?

"I guess I should just be okay with him being safe in a pod, huh?" She sighed heavily, like she'd aged ten years. "It's just not fair they get snatched up like they do." She liked her Uncle well enough, but he wasn't the person she went running to when she dreamed about Raccoon City.

"Nah, it's okay to not be okay with it," he said. "And no, it's not fair."

He'd lost people that way, too.