[Héctor's still missing his own voice--truly missing it, one of those sorts who really are in love with the sound of their own voice. He was a singer once, why wouldn't he be?
Luckily, he's figured out a loophole. Good for him. (And there are only a few hours left of this, though he doesn't know it.)
He's clutching his stone of farspeech and thinking about speaking to Lance, who is only a few feet away. Behold, a boring monotone voice! Doesn't match his skeptical expression at all.]
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Luckily, he's figured out a loophole. Good for him. (And there are only a few hours left of this, though he doesn't know it.)
He's clutching his stone of farspeech and thinking about speaking to Lance, who is only a few feet away. Behold, a boring monotone voice! Doesn't match his skeptical expression at all.]
Wait, wait, wait. You've been to space?