[ He's not going to admit it to himself; he's not even going to think it. But he wishes Felix was here—he could talk his way out of anything (...and into anything, more likely)
After a few long moments of this stare down, Locus finally talks, his voice, filtered hard through the helmet speaker, doesn't take away the calculating tone. ]
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After a few long moments of this stare down, Locus finally talks, his voice, filtered hard through the helmet speaker, doesn't take away the calculating tone. ]
You're far from home.