[Doors are a rarity in a place that doesn't understand them - a particular luxury crafted by an especially stubborn mind. She'd once told Pidge such things weren't possible. Not in Life Support where the Station was too busy being accommodating. Had she ever asked for the Prince's help, she wonders? Maybe he feels that at the edge of her thoughts and she lets herself through the series of corridors and small, private rooms. She should say something to the girl. Give her a little piece of something to look forward to. It might be encouraging.
If she thinks idly on it, she can feel the hum of his mind beside her - but she does her best not to, so the shape of his thoughts don't solidify into something she can read like the lines on her face in a mirror. Perhaps that's why she finds his clothes surprising, her drifting awareness turning to this place by a perceptible degree as she enters this last chamber.]
Of course not.
[There's plenty she can accomplish from here. But he knows that. With a chime of small metal she crises to take his outstretched hand, leaving the door open behind her. She's left them all open.]
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If she thinks idly on it, she can feel the hum of his mind beside her - but she does her best not to, so the shape of his thoughts don't solidify into something she can read like the lines on her face in a mirror. Perhaps that's why she finds his clothes surprising, her drifting awareness turning to this place by a perceptible degree as she enters this last chamber.]
Of course not.
[There's plenty she can accomplish from here. But he knows that. With a chime of small metal she crises to take his outstretched hand, leaving the door open behind her. She's left them all open.]
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