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Private Comms
The klaxons rang. The red lights flashed. The station sections slowly listed in the dark. Long past the edge of effort, long past the boundaries of hope, Stacy kept struggling, but there was no use to it; and in the end, even the static and the voices in her headset ceased to shout.
It was a jewel to her, the moment that she understood that it was over—
That willpower could not fix this. That effort could not fix this. That even “being better” could not have helped.
It was a jewel; it was an unfolding, glowing flower. It transfixed her with the simple beauty of it.
Her eyes no longer saw the console that spread before her. Her ears no longer heard the bells. Instead her eyes were fixed on that pure and clean and inner darkness, and the silver glow that burned within it; then up, beyond, and past it, to the beginning of the world.
- Glitch, by Dr. Jenna K. Moran
It was a jewel to her, the moment that she understood that it was over—
That willpower could not fix this. That effort could not fix this. That even “being better” could not have helped.
It was a jewel; it was an unfolding, glowing flower. It transfixed her with the simple beauty of it.
Her eyes no longer saw the console that spread before her. Her ears no longer heard the bells. Instead her eyes were fixed on that pure and clean and inner darkness, and the silver glow that burned within it; then up, beyond, and past it, to the beginning of the world.
- Glitch, by Dr. Jenna K. Moran
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The reflexive laugh trails off. He heard that mutter. Being called a common creature gets right into the cracks in his self-esteem; that Sandalphon is looking down on him makes it impossible for Shin to consider he's also feeling that way. Shin hasn't seen his own desperate arrogance in the mirror yet, because he's not been in a situation where he's had to.
So it's just mostly a wave of dislike, amongst still trying to figure out what ibrik is. He'll have to look it up later, but out of curiosity, not because of this asshole...
"Well, we can't use an ingredient we don't have, so if you'd like something else..." He gestures vaguely to the menu. The Writ. He's given up on getting Sandalphon out from behind the counter and is just trying to get through this. "Take your time...?"