[The Force feels so muted here, a few quiet notes where it should be a symphony, but Revan can still sense the other woman's mind, the confusion and unease that mirrors her own...but no words come.
Oh well, worth a shot. Revan shrugs at Arturia with a "what-are-ya-gonna-do?" half-smile.]
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Oh well, worth a shot. Revan shrugs at Arturia with a "what-are-ya-gonna-do?" half-smile.]
I guess you're not from around here, either.