[He puts his paws down and stares at the pristine metal hallway. It feels slightly removed from him. Being made of metal and spirit pushes away the usual low-grade fear. Yet he breathes through it anyway, taking control of himself. He walks slowly out into the hall and up to the word on the wall. Shiro raises himself up and puts his paw on it.]
...latin?
[He glances down the hall and catches sight of the door further down.] Astoria did say we were answering a distress call. Only way to know for sure is to keep going.
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...latin?
[He glances down the hall and catches sight of the door further down.] Astoria did say we were answering a distress call. Only way to know for sure is to keep going.