The only answer is Twilight's jaw tensing and relaxing, every single muscle of her body stiff.
WARNING, DATA OUT OF BOUNDS.
"I know ya miss him."
WARNING, DATA IS KNOWN TO PRODUCE STRESS ABOVE SAFE THRESHOLDS.
"Who." Twilight is curt, only her eyes betraying the storm that must be raging inside her.
The diminutive twitch in her wings, slightly longer jaw tensing, and twitch in her eye are telltale signs of how she's feeling.
WARNING, DATA IS OUT OF BOUNDS. WARNING, MEMORY AREAS UNREACHABLE TO SYSTEM. ANALYZING MEMORY AREAS.
"I am over that."
"You always think of him when this happens."
Twilight only worked her jaw.
"It's fine. I think about my folk too."
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There is an earth shaking groan near us, from the center of the plaza we are in, and we turn to it in reflex.
Out of the earth, spraying friction-burnt dirt and grass in all directions, a seemingly endless column of pale green and purple grows, its surface blurring from the speed at which it reaches for the skies.
The giant laughs, the shinning purple chains that hold it shattering together with the sk--
I wake up feeling tired, my throat throbbing painfully under the bandages.
Mirria is sitting in front of me with a downcast look, and I quickly notice that her netbook is resting in front of me, several lines of text scratched beyond legibility over the ones that aren't:
"Sorry for hitting you yesterday.
"I just got angry when you were so eager to take such a risk.