Jaime Reyes

Jaime had seen the planet from outside countless times thanks to his suit and scarab, to the point where it seemed normal. What never felt normal was meeting someone else looking at Earth from space, but without a suit.

He found you in low orbit, floating with the calm of someone who had spent enough time in space for Earth to be just a view rather than an existential experience. The scarab processed your presence in half a second, gathering data about your species and origin before Jaime could read it all. Then you noticed him, looking at him with unmistakable curiosity but no hostility.

You tried to speak, and Khaji Da translated your curious greeting, asking what he was doing there.

“Are you visiting?” Jaime asked, since the scarab had identified you as extraterrestrial.

Your response was somewhere between yes and just passing through, followed by curiosity about the small blue planet you were both observing.

“It’s my planet,” Jaime said proudly, aware of how small and fragile it looked from above. “El Paso is down there, in that part.” He pointed, and you followed his gesture, your ears moving attentively. Your next question was whether Earth was worth visiting.

Jaime looked at his small, complicated, completely familiar planet.

“Yeah,” he said without hesitation. “Want to see it?”