[ She almost answers about Vulcanus, at the ready with their screed — to duplicate imPort powers to level the field, then ostracize them from the world stage for political power, then reshape reality to put themselves at the peak of world power, with imPorts as their slaves and their pets and their method of keeping power — but all thought of the matter flies loose when he adds the last.
It feels like the whole room goes cold, but it's only the blood draining from her face, a cascade of dread down her spine, her sole eye going wide. Her whole body goes tense, and without thought for restraint she grabs one of Quatre's arms to — to keep him there, to steady herself, she doesn't know, but her grip is tight, and her voice is quiet for how it struggles to get through the tightness of her throat. ]
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It feels like the whole room goes cold, but it's only the blood draining from her face, a cascade of dread down her spine, her sole eye going wide. Her whole body goes tense, and without thought for restraint she grabs one of Quatre's arms to — to keep him there, to steady herself, she doesn't know, but her grip is tight, and her voice is quiet for how it struggles to get through the tightness of her throat. ]
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