[ alina's surprise stretches into silence, a sinking weight plunging her stomach out from beneath her. a shaky breath crackles on the other end of the earpiece's feed, sifting through her dread before she quietly hazards, ]
They died, didn't they. [ why else would viveca sound so soft, so somber, like speaking of it might disturb a resting memory? ] Because of these missions?
[ really, she had always known it was a possibility, didn't she? but it stirs her insides into a roiling, churning mess of realization all the same — as though only finally, finally feeling the full crushing pressure of what is at stake. ]
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They died, didn't they. [ why else would viveca sound so soft, so somber, like speaking of it might disturb a resting memory? ] Because of these missions?
[ really, she had always known it was a possibility, didn't she? but it stirs her insides into a roiling, churning mess of realization all the same — as though only finally, finally feeling the full crushing pressure of what is at stake. ]