resurrect

I am continuing a story I began a few days ago (this is part three). You can find parts one and two if you are interested

I shook myself free from Marie's comforting hug, ignoring the hurt on her face.

"But there must be something we can do! We can't leave her out... out there - wherever there is - deconstructed!"

Chip shook his head. "We all knew the risk, man," he said, his huge hands held up in what I assumed was some kind of calming gesture. "France knew them as well as we did."

I swallowed. I hadn't really appreciated the risks. I hadn't believed in them. Had France?

"But there must be something we can do."

"This is reality, man. Not some kind of crappy story. We can't bring her back, resurrect her like in the Bible and stuff."

I began to pace up and down, aware that Chip and Marie were staring at me. "There must be a way."

"She isn't France anymore," Marie said. "All her atoms were separated, they can't be put back together. She is lost to us. We owe it to her to carry on. To complete the thing that we came here to do."

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As usual I started with the freewrite prompt and used themostdangerouswritingapp.com to write the first five minutes (and then popped it into google docs to check for errors and tidy it up a bit):