Yeah. [A wasteland isn’t really new, is it? There’s no reason for extra concern.] One of our friends, maybe.
[She doesn’t voice an alternative.
[Aubrey has learned to be steady for Sunny, grounded by that squeeze, release, as much as she returns it. These dried trees and crackling undergrowth don’t look a thing like Somnius, but Somnius has never looked entirely like… well, itself. It won’t be the first time she’s watched the sun dip below an alien horizon, swallowed unease as they pass buildings long abandoned.
[That’s fine. They have each other. That’s good.
[But why these weapons?]
Hey, Sunny. [She’s not sure.] This is kind of out of nowhere, but... does this place seem familiar to you at all?
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Yeah. [A wasteland isn’t really new, is it? There’s no reason for extra concern.] One of our friends, maybe.
[She doesn’t voice an alternative.
[Aubrey has learned to be steady for Sunny, grounded by that squeeze, release, as much as she returns it. These dried trees and crackling undergrowth don’t look a thing like Somnius, but Somnius has never looked entirely like… well, itself. It won’t be the first time she’s watched the sun dip below an alien horizon, swallowed unease as they pass buildings long abandoned.
[That’s fine. They have each other. That’s good.
[But why these weapons?]
Hey, Sunny. [She’s not sure.] This is kind of out of nowhere, but... does this place seem familiar to you at all?