[ Her own anger is one thing. But Lance's reaction is impossible to ignore, and it pushes everything else aside for the moment. The way he screams, the way he collapses- it's the too-familiar sound of devastation. Floe was already close by from the beginning of the memory, and she's there now; sinking to the ground by his side and gripping his arm tight in an attempt to...she doesn't know to what. To keep him present, if nothing else. What can you do or say for something like this...? ]
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[ Her own anger is one thing. But Lance's reaction is impossible to ignore, and it pushes everything else aside for the moment. The way he screams, the way he collapses- it's the too-familiar sound of devastation. Floe was already close by from the beginning of the memory, and she's there now; sinking to the ground by his side and gripping his arm tight in an attempt to...she doesn't know to what. To keep him present, if nothing else. What can you do or say for something like this...? ]