[ She's checking the corridors, listening to Epsilon's easy patter about the paths being taken and--That laugh.
It makes her stomach bottom out, and something twists almost too painfully at how familiar that sound is. She hasn't heard it's like in far, far too long, and the only one who laughs like that is dead. Gone.
It can't be.
She's all but skidding to a halt at the corner of his range of vision, she's returning that quickly, and her tone is clipped, keeping her shock, keeping her concern at bay: ]
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It makes her stomach bottom out, and something twists almost too painfully at how familiar that sound is. She hasn't heard it's like in far, far too long, and the only one who laughs like that is dead. Gone.
It can't be.
She's all but skidding to a halt at the corner of his range of vision, she's returning that quickly, and her tone is clipped, keeping her shock, keeping her concern at bay: ]
What? What's going on?