[A chess player. Kyle hates chess. He raises his ring, and the construct disappears, replaced by one exactly like it, but only a slightly darker shade of green. His hand trembles - this takes energy and he's well past the point of exhaustion, but his jaw is set, resolute. After he's done he exhales, flexes his fingers again, fighting the migraine that's the telepathic alarm.
Evenly:] As long as you require it. Map's not real-time. I can drop you off somewhere if you want to look for your people.
[Somebody like this had to have friends, he supposed.]
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Evenly:] As long as you require it. Map's not real-time. I can drop you off somewhere if you want to look for your people.
[Somebody like this had to have friends, he supposed.]