"...Emrys, what information can you sh...share with me on what happened to Warlock? Any hows? Any whos?"
A heavy sigh escapes her as her head hangs forward, chin to her chest and looking down. The synth-leather material on the back of her gloves absorbed the magenta light, damp, from where she'd wiped her eyes. If he had been in trouble, why hadn't he reached out? Warlock had been there for her when she needed help. Without his Imperial Majesty's aid, she'd be dead floating in the nowhere's beyond Earhart. Or worse. She owed him.
Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to reach out. Perhaps whatever had happened had been sudden. Unexpected. Violent. "...made the ultimate sacrifice..." Maybe h- Thallia lifts the PDA in her hand and plays back the message as it's pinging notification heralds it's arrival.
"Dr. Thorn, I'm afraid the circumstances of Warlock's death are classified. I would like to hea..."
The world fades to silence punctuated with a single, ringing tinny note. A pressure pushed past her eyes, through her brow. A subtle squeak of synth-leather as fingers curl into a fist. The relieving sensation of the press of the cold metal as the fist pushes against the viewport's frame. After the friends she'd betrayed, the bodies she's left behind, the intel she's uncovered, and the secret's she's destroyed...
"If we're not on the le...level, there's nothing for me to share. Thank you for your time, Captain."
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