(And Abby exhales rough, because Gwen is just the messenger. She didn't make him go. She knuckles at her face, pushing into the spot where her jaw hurts from clenching it, pushing her skin in circles underneath a firm pressure. Looks intense, but helps.)
Yeah.
What are we gonna do? (By 'we' she means Forces. Obviously Riftwatch will move forward, like it always does.)
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Yeah.
What are we gonna do? (By 'we' she means Forces. Obviously Riftwatch will move forward, like it always does.)