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ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Cᴏɴɴᴏʀ ▲ ʀᴋ800 ([personal profile] bleps) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs 2019-01-20 11:23 pm (UTC)

3b

[Same lake, same hour. Different mode of company.

Connor steps quietly forward to meet Hank, one of the few he's taken the time to seek out after their apparent failure on the last world. He hears the plunking of rocks into the surface of the lake, the angry way they land. He counts just how many are thrown before he eases into earshot, and even then, he feels-

He experiences hesitation. Something cold weighs on him, lancing across coding. Like Amanda's rigid stare, quiet condescension, pointed upon him from across the horizon.]


Lieutenant...?

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