[Blue listens, tilting his head a little just out of reflex for want to be nearer. his gaze drifts across the room while Yzak speaks, his hands folding and unfolding in his lap.]
Reaching...that limit, hmh. [a new ceiling.] I think...that can be done, yes.
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Reaching...that limit, hmh. [a new ceiling.] I think...that can be done, yes.