Jetpack... [ Finn shakes his head, putting a pin in that tantalizing question for another day. A million other questions stowed away for another day...if they saw one.
And they would. Finn was holding onto that idea forcing himself to hold onto it, because the alternative? They fail, they lose, they die? That wasn't happening.
He smiles, tenuous but sincere, raising his hand in solemn promise, as serious as any oath he'd ever taken.]
Something fun. Cross my heart, hope to die, blah blah blah. [How did the rest of that old saying go?]
No dying, almost-birthday girl. I'll see you on the Ximilia.
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And they would. Finn was holding onto that idea forcing himself to hold onto it, because the alternative? They fail, they lose, they die? That wasn't happening.
He smiles, tenuous but sincere, raising his hand in solemn promise, as serious as any oath he'd ever taken.]
Something fun. Cross my heart, hope to die, blah blah blah. [How did the rest of that old saying go?]
No dying, almost-birthday girl. I'll see you on the Ximilia.