[Ira's voice sounds slightly far away. His hands have clenched on his forearms as the information processes and is compared to things he knows. It sounds hauntingly familiar. It sounds a bit too much like the Galra Empire and their mining quintessence from planets. His mind flashes back to the last battle where it felt like life was being ripped out of him.
He holds up his metal hand.] No. I've heard of processes like this. [His voice comes out steady and calm. His worried and troubles are shoved into the back of his head. He can think about how similar they are later.]
So the question is, why are you back? Why were we brought here? That's what we need to focus on. If all this lines up the keys to those questions probably lie out there within the world. Maybe even buried in their legends.
Would you be willing to work with me on this? I'd understand if you'd rather rest or focus on something else.
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He holds up his metal hand.] No. I've heard of processes like this. [His voice comes out steady and calm. His worried and troubles are shoved into the back of his head. He can think about how similar they are later.]
So the question is, why are you back? Why were we brought here? That's what we need to focus on. If all this lines up the keys to those questions probably lie out there within the world. Maybe even buried in their legends.
Would you be willing to work with me on this? I'd understand if you'd rather rest or focus on something else.