Even with so much conflict weighing them down, it was hard not to feel some relief at the acknowledgment that people were now able to leave. For all that he resented being stuck in space, Jaime had become accustomed enough to it, and his relief had everything to do with the easing of tension of those around him. He wasn't planning on sticking around, but even wandering the halls of the moonbase was a far lighter affair, particularly when everyone else began to clear out.

He had never been one to particularly enjoy solitude - not that he was ever alone anymore, not really, not with the scarab's comforting presence forever lingering at the back of his mind - but after the past month, it made the moonbase feel almost cleaner, brighter. With two of the people he most wished to speak with gone (something he was trying his level best to ignore and avoid, these empty spaces where Helena and Sango had been), it wasn't a terrible thing to take a couple days for himself, away from the surly looks and heated arguments that dominated the network and the hallways alike.

Though today was the day of his departure, the shuttle wasn't going to leave for a couple hours yet, leaving him time to sit at one of the empty cafeteria tables with his duffel bag resting on the table in front of him. He had few important possessions on him, and there was no way he was going to leave the book with Ted's notes and his family pictures tucked inside behind, but he still unzipped it every now and again, making sure that they were still there.