[That quick flash of guilt pulls a near-instant response from somewhere that requires no processing.]
Not your fault.
[All the rest hangs, uncertain. If there were anything she could say that would break Rinzler free, she would say it regardless of price or cost. Yori fights her doubt and her own lightning calculations, unable to narrow down to any one thing to tell him. Has she said enough? What if he needs more and she hasn't given it to him? But what if she's increased the danger he's already in by saying too much?
Is there any goodbye that would be remotely adequate? No. But does that mean she can't give any at all?
The door closes. He's gone.]
Stay safe.
[A fierce whisper, a plea, an order. Yori doesn't believe Rinzler can hear the words.
no subject
Not your fault.
[All the rest hangs, uncertain. If there were anything she could say that would break Rinzler free, she would say it regardless of price or cost. Yori fights her doubt and her own lightning calculations, unable to narrow down to any one thing to tell him. Has she said enough? What if he needs more and she hasn't given it to him? But what if she's increased the danger he's already in by saying too much?
Is there any goodbye that would be remotely adequate? No. But does that mean she can't give any at all?
The door closes. He's gone.]
Stay safe.
[A fierce whisper, a plea, an order. Yori doesn't believe Rinzler can hear the words.
Even if he did, it isn't Yori who commands him.]