...maybe I am. [It's a soft, quiet admission. He takes a deep breath and his posture relaxes, his hands folding in front of him.]
But if there's anything we have here in Luceti, it's time. [He smiles. There's a look in his eyes -- determination, perhaps? Or maybe just an attempt to channel that anger he still felt elsewhere.]
[He turns as if to leave, but not before shooting one last glance at Sync.]
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But if there's anything we have here in Luceti, it's time. [He smiles. There's a look in his eyes -- determination, perhaps? Or maybe just an attempt to channel that anger he still felt elsewhere.]
[He turns as if to leave, but not before shooting one last glance at Sync.]
And I don't give up so easily, either.