[ nothing about the word seems familiar, not even in the vague way that he feels pulling at some part of his memory that doesn't want to budge free. just... nothing. frowning, thomas's eyes move back to the horizon, watching shadowy figures shifting, before looking back to the stranger again. ]
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[ nothing about the word seems familiar, not even in the vague way that he feels pulling at some part of his memory that doesn't want to budge free. just... nothing. frowning, thomas's eyes move back to the horizon, watching shadowy figures shifting, before looking back to the stranger again. ]
Can I borrow your scope?