[He feels like this is a situation put on repeat; the threat of overloading his processing, all cognitive ability to function destroyed in a rush of something. First, it was information. Here, it's the pulsing electrical bursts coming from the Storm, like a something physical buffeting into him from even miles away.
There's no response, not at first. He frowns, taking his hand to be hefted back up. The acceptance of such a gesture is not an agreement or a declination either way.]
We're so far away. How can something like that-
[The crackle of lightning at a distance, the almost-wince of Connor's features.]
-be so strong? It's improbable. It can't possibly occur naturally.
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There's no response, not at first. He frowns, taking his hand to be hefted back up. The acceptance of such a gesture is not an agreement or a declination either way.]
We're so far away. How can something like that-
[The crackle of lightning at a distance, the almost-wince of Connor's features.]
-be so strong? It's improbable. It can't possibly occur naturally.