... I only have music in my heart because of him. He was the musician.
[ You know, it's a shame no one can hear me because that guy deserves a "Thank you" for keeping you out of trouble. Maybe you can tell him for me later.
The voices start to quiet, though his body remains tense for the time being. He doesn't quite trust his reaction. Sherlock feels a faint warmth that fades into his chest. Did Jon really speak to him again? Was that him despite not appearing to him? Or was his mind playing another warped trick? ]
You do realize that our time on Ximilia Station is reaching its end.
[ But even as he says that, the clouded look in his eyes seems to clear: sharp and sorrowful grey instead of pale blindness from what should not be seen. ]
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[ You know, it's a shame no one can hear me because that guy deserves a "Thank you" for keeping you out of trouble. Maybe you can tell him for me later.
The voices start to quiet, though his body remains tense for the time being. He doesn't quite trust his reaction. Sherlock feels a faint warmth that fades into his chest. Did Jon really speak to him again? Was that him despite not appearing to him? Or was his mind playing another warped trick? ]
You do realize that our time on Ximilia Station is reaching its end.
[ But even as he says that, the clouded look in his eyes seems to clear: sharp and sorrowful grey instead of pale blindness from what should not be seen. ]