[ She's silent, too long, trying with all her might to think, to remember. She remembers walking across Enso, remembers Wash pleading with her through the stone, trying to just keep her talking. She remembers a figure at her side...
But every time she tries to focus on that, every time she tries to call up a face in her mind, it slips away into formless mist. She shakes her head, frustrated. ]
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But every time she tries to focus on that, every time she tries to call up a face in her mind, it slips away into formless mist. She shakes her head, frustrated. ]
I don't know.
[ And now she's starting to get scared. ]
What happened, Wash?