[ Yeah. She's from real far back in the day. Ephemera doesn't respond immediately, mulling over his choices. Because there are choices here.
In end, he exhales and pulls his helmet off, meeting her eyes. She looks young. First year cadet, that makes her what? Sixteen? Something like that. Just a kid, really. But old enough to know the score. He doesn't like lying to am. people.
His scars are heavy. He doesn't try to hide them, not this time. Not here. ]
Listen to me. This is a dream. You can control it if you focus.
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In end, he exhales and pulls his helmet off, meeting her eyes. She looks young. First year cadet, that makes her what? Sixteen? Something like that. Just a kid, really. But old enough to know the score. He doesn't like lying to am. people.
His scars are heavy. He doesn't try to hide them, not this time. Not here. ]
Listen to me. This is a dream. You can control it if you focus.