[Yori recognizes the rocks of Midway all too well, remembers being uncertain whether the invitation would bring the lost crew any respite or only a fast imprisonment. And now--
Is this on purpose? What chance is there that the Ingress simply malfunctioned...for all the newcomers...at the same time? Or could there be any forgivable reason the Savrii have turned on them? An outside force?
The Ingress is unpredictable enough that she can't read either possibility at zero. But she can't make any kind of reassuring argument for hope, either.
Asriel's flat, desolate voice is the one that penetrates her frantic calculation. What can she say? She hurries through the crowd to kneel beside the small pilot.]
It looks that way.
[She reaches to offer a hug, if Asriel is in any condition to accept it. At least they're all together. Things could be a lot worse.]
Arrival
Is this on purpose? What chance is there that the Ingress simply malfunctioned...for all the newcomers...at the same time? Or could there be any forgivable reason the Savrii have turned on them? An outside force?
The Ingress is unpredictable enough that she can't read either possibility at zero. But she can't make any kind of reassuring argument for hope, either.
Asriel's flat, desolate voice is the one that penetrates her frantic calculation. What can she say? She hurries through the crowd to kneel beside the small pilot.]
It looks that way.
[She reaches to offer a hug, if Asriel is in any condition to accept it. At least they're all together. Things could be a lot worse.]