[ Pidge's own mental 'voice' rises to meet them. It's sharper and a bit more insistent, but fast and rushing and splitting in a thousand different directions before coming back into a focused point. Glimpses of half-finished electronics, fingers tap-tapping across a keyboard. Sparks. ]
(I've been busy. What's the deal with this guy in the first place?)
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( I've been busy. What's the deal with this guy in the first place? )