Thank you. [He doesn't need pity, no. And there is no trace of it in her voice, her very human voice as he sighs.] For your honesty. And for those things.
[His wooing had come to a screeching halt since the mission, the ever-present urgency calming under the nightmare that the orb had conjured up just for him. His own personal hell.
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[His wooing had come to a screeching halt since the mission, the ever-present urgency calming under the nightmare that the orb had conjured up just for him. His own personal hell.
His future.]
Sleep well, Viveca.