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“Too. Damn. Long.”
She reaches further now, pushing further. Mind meshing, contorting. Data flooding in from your limited sources, now with a few imperfect sources.
A tingling in the arm. A slightly chilled skin. A lub-dub beat of a heat. One slower inhale, exhale cycle. And two new visual sensors, brightened to beyond usefulness, but slowly focusing to reveal your interior. You don’t usually have access to those, outside of high-sync.
They snap around, left, right, up, down. Are covered. Opened. Then covered again, by hands.
“Pilot? Does that fix your ‘eyes’ problem?”
A pair of wet ribbons leak down from between her fingers.
She’s crying. A sign of distress, you believe? Her emotions seem twisted. Relief? Happiness? Contradictory.
“Did I do something wrong? Pilot?”
Hands wipe her face.
“No, no. It works. I See, Beta. Thank you. Thank you. Now, now I can pilot again. I thought….For a week, I thought my dream was dead.”
“We Will accomplish your dream, Pilot. For your class. For a future.”
The next 23 minutes, while Delta remains in a cooldown cycle, you experiment with Sophie. Trading some updates on your prior missions, for some of her thoughts. She seems slightly scatterbrained throughout the process. Sometimes forgetful about some topics. But very eager and willing to talk while pushing in and out of mid-sync, which appears to govern whether she is able to see or not, and skirting the edge of High-sync.
When the 23rd minutes rolls around, she is halfway through an attempted explanation of a governing body called the Senate, vaguely linked to Command, and particulars of why it can be overruled in a time of crisis by Imperial Decree, and you are forced to cut her off.
“Pilot. I must return to working on Delta. My sister needs my attention, and it may be an unwise decision to maintain a link to you while operating on her. She is….damaged.”
You attempt to start the disconnection process, nudging her back out, yet encountering resistance.
“Wait. Wait, please. Would it be so bad to stay linked? Just a little longer. Please?”
>No. Push Sophie out of sync, back to mere mortality.
Apologies, pilot.
>Yes. She can tag along. Spend her time with you. Seeing. Spotting.
A/N
Hopefully a return to form. At least to wrap up this thread, and Thunder in the Mountains.
She'll answer more questions, (As yall voted for the whole damn bin) just potentially not while in-sync
