You never had me watching your back. [Her nails slip behind his ear, as much a method of easing his mind as her own; it isn't nervous or telling, just— slow and steady, timed to the rhythmic thudding of her heart. Long hours, longer still before she finishes compressing and compiling the rest of it, sending it off, and then—
Well. She needs to slow it all down. Just for a little while.]
It's an ocean of stars out there, mijo— what couldn't we do with enough time and a handful of resources?
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Well. She needs to slow it all down. Just for a little while.]
It's an ocean of stars out there, mijo— what couldn't we do with enough time and a handful of resources?