[Despite herself, Zelda looks up and gives him a small, grateful smile]
Should the train ever ask my opinion on its decisions, I'll be sure to convey the request.
[She settles back into her seat, contemplating that possibility]
It doesn't feel like the invasion fleet, though that might not mean anything. I think... [It's very hard to put this into words] Before the destruction starts, the sky becomes bright. Too bright to be natural, I think. And the world grows silent, as though it's holding its breath.
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[Despite herself, Zelda looks up and gives him a small, grateful smile]
Should the train ever ask my opinion on its decisions, I'll be sure to convey the request.
[She settles back into her seat, contemplating that possibility]
It doesn't feel like the invasion fleet, though that might not mean anything. I think... [It's very hard to put this into words] Before the destruction starts, the sky becomes bright. Too bright to be natural, I think. And the world grows silent, as though it's holding its breath.