[She is walking through compartments now and idly she looks at the ones with open doors. Some are packed. Some are completely empty. Some have one or two people. She ignores them all until she comes upon one with a very familiar figure.
And she can no longer move. Her feet don't take her away from him, but neither do they bring her nearer. The expression on her face is one of intense concentration, as if she's trying to figure something out.
Di has seen Psiioniic many times, but he had never been real. A figment of her addled mind as the ghosts of the Signless and Dolorosa had been.
She stays there at the threshold, struggling to speak up]
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And she can no longer move. Her feet don't take her away from him, but neither do they bring her nearer. The expression on her face is one of intense concentration, as if she's trying to figure something out.
Di has seen Psiioniic many times, but he had never been real. A figment of her addled mind as the ghosts of the Signless and Dolorosa had been.
She stays there at the threshold, struggling to speak up]