[ She remains silent as Pyra explains. The memory... she describes it, but of course it's difficult to grasp. In this moment that memory itself does not fully exist for Honerva... but she can guess, at the vagueness of it. The shape of other memories around it.
Even stranger to hear those words in such a context. Hadn't she heard them uttered for years, a Galran salute, a sign of respect within the Empire... but perhaps different here. Victory or death, was the Galra way, and so it was.
He had been determined to stay that course, even if they could not anticipate that his love for her might yet cost him all. ]
... you saw the rift.
[ That tear between realities, all golden light, the haunting, whispering temptations to lure them. ]
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Even stranger to hear those words in such a context. Hadn't she heard them uttered for years, a Galran salute, a sign of respect within the Empire... but perhaps different here. Victory or death, was the Galra way, and so it was.
He had been determined to stay that course, even if they could not anticipate that his love for her might yet cost him all. ]
... you saw the rift.
[ That tear between realities, all golden light, the haunting, whispering temptations to lure them. ]