It's like a mantra, remembering the arsenal he'd used on the Silent Horizon. If not for that— and with Locus out of her eyeline— she might forget why she's here entirely under the weight of his words. Instead her expression tightens by degrees, chewing through the disconnect in what he's saying and what she aims to do.
"You don't know what you're looking at."
And, as if on cue, the lights drop around them (because what else is a timer good for) leaving him bathed in red light from locked doors and her nothing more than a series of blue strips and stripes in the dark— before she disappears again.
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It's like a mantra, remembering the arsenal he'd used on the Silent Horizon. If not for that— and with Locus out of her eyeline— she might forget why she's here entirely under the weight of his words. Instead her expression tightens by degrees, chewing through the disconnect in what he's saying and what she aims to do.
"You don't know what you're looking at."
And, as if on cue, the lights drop around them (because what else is a timer good for) leaving him bathed in red light from locked doors and her nothing more than a series of blue strips and stripes in the dark— before she disappears again.
Better watch your back, Felix.