[There's a certain kneejerk reaction to that voice. It reminds Royce of skittering creatures, white and red, of nights awake with mathematical formulas outlining the shape of a sword that was not a sword, of a friend, blackness swarming up her arms, her voice no longer soft, but that of...]
[Well. Her new voice was like this voice.]
[So, Royce jumps, lets out a coughing gasp, before turning around, almost half-expecting to see something from the city he came from, his beloved city, ruined by those with voices like this...]
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[There's a certain kneejerk reaction to that voice. It reminds Royce of skittering creatures, white and red, of nights awake with mathematical formulas outlining the shape of a sword that was not a sword, of a friend, blackness swarming up her arms, her voice no longer soft, but that of...]
[Well. Her new voice was like this voice.]
[So, Royce jumps, lets out a coughing gasp, before turning around, almost half-expecting to see something from the city he came from, his beloved city, ruined by those with voices like this...]