[ There's a pause for the mathematic of everyone involved. Most of whom would have no reason to come from this angle because they've all known each other so long, would start this so differently as compatriots. Allies. Friends. It leaves her at one—the heart and soul of a grieving child at the middle of a massive battle plan.
Jean reaches out, thoughts like deft fingers, whisper across the globe, card lighter than the brush of a hummingbird wind through billions of minds until she finds the boy who pressed in the text that came to her. When they whisper into his mind, her words are very soft, the echo of an echo, hoping to be as little invasive as possible, especially as it might come as a shock. ]
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Jean reaches out, thoughts like deft fingers, whisper across the globe, card lighter than the brush of a hummingbird wind through billions of minds until she finds the boy who pressed in the text that came to her. When they whisper into his mind, her words are very soft, the echo of an echo, hoping to be as little invasive as possible, especially as it might come as a shock. ]
{ Is that you, Dylan? }