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Feb 27, 2023 9:10:51 GMT -6
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The anger in the room was palpable. Or maybe audible was a better sense to compare to with all the noise she heard from the echoes about it. Sam's emotions. Gawain's emotions. Doc Prof's stoic annoyance that the argument was in his infirmary. She heard Sam leave, and the distinct thud of a fist through a wall. Then again, maybe she didn't really hear the thud so much as the echoes talked about it. That was all she felt like she heard right now. Echoes. Endless mindless echoes.
"Thank you..." Evelyn whispered to Doc Prof before her and Gawain made their way out of the infirmary. She wasn't sure there was much to be said at this point. Everything already came out in their argument. Right now, it just felt like sleep was needed, and space.
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Quick reference || Speech Color: 65C6C3, Echoes Color: 70A19F
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