[He makes to put D-2 down once more, but she clings to his jacket with her nubby LED fingers, so he just sighs and resigns himself to holding her. Robbed of the ability to cross his arms, York still finds a good, sturdy tree to lean back against and props his foot up on a protruding root.]
I'm as ready as I can probably get. Go ahead, Carolina. You know I hate feeling left out.
[They all had their fill of lies and secrets aboard the MoI.]
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I'm as ready as I can probably get. Go ahead, Carolina. You know I hate feeling left out.
[They all had their fill of lies and secrets aboard the MoI.]