(text, un: dante)

[durante]

Good afternoon, Ximilia Station.

By now I've had some time to get accustomed to the situation here and what we're expected to be doing, but there's still a lot left unanswered. However, I don't want to wear someone out with too many questions, so I've decided to try something different. Anyone who responds to this post, I'll ask one question I have about life here, our missions, or our purpose.

Thank you in advance for helping out.

Comments

[durante]

< It's hard to say if they're magic or really advanced technology. Both are capable of extraordinary things. But in the wrong hands, they could be weapons. >

[and it's hard to explain something they don't know enough about.]

< They sort of...reflect the depths of your own mind, is the simplest way to put it. I know that doesn't make a ton of sense, but it's the best explanation I have right now. >

[the joys of not having the security clearance to force answers out.]

[coordination]

I'm not sure I've met a teammate that has something so eerily close to these orbs in their own reality.

[ A beat. ]

You were the one who had the questions, and yet now somehow I'm the one asking them all.

[durante]

< I don't mind, though. It's not as though we're running out of time to talk about it. >

[and it's a relief, to get to say these things openly. not having words pushed aside for the next mission, not getting vague and cryptic replies to what should be straightforward questions. it helps in ways that Dante might not admit but are true all the same.]

< Honestly, if these orbs are any closer to the artifacts I was searching for, understanding one is understanding the other. >