The MID circlet glitters, hypnotic. Bel's own breath holds, caught on the edge of that tone. He's asking them? Captain of nothing, back there -- a sharp stab of longing for familiar quarters, the thrum of the fleet's fastest ship, a crew trained and trustworthy, the tug of a different invisible line than the one that always catches up with Ingress travelers and takes them away. Somewhere in this universe, right now.....
But in the other one, Gregor would have called them Bel.
"Come back with me." Dry-mouthed -- they hadn't planned this far; the others had supposedly known what to say. "Remember it all for yourself. And then...."
They hadn't discussed that, up on the platform, and Bel doesn't think it likely. Someone needs him there, too. But in the end, the decision will be his. And it needs to be wholly his, no transport amnesia blocking his sight.
"...If you still need to do this, we'll help you find your way."
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But in the other one, Gregor would have called them Bel.
"Come back with me." Dry-mouthed -- they hadn't planned this far; the others had supposedly known what to say. "Remember it all for yourself. And then...."
They hadn't discussed that, up on the platform, and Bel doesn't think it likely. Someone needs him there, too. But in the end, the decision will be his. And it needs to be wholly his, no transport amnesia blocking his sight.
"...If you still need to do this, we'll help you find your way."