[ Conner doesn't reply. He's mentally grumbling to himself about the unexpected intrusion, a mental barrier up to block her from going any further than she needs to. Going forward is all that they can do, the path of destruction laid out before them. He breaks into a run, hopping over moss-covered logs, leaping over large uprooted trees, shoving snapped branches out of his way as he goes along.
A pitiful warble catches his attention and he skids to a stop, dirt spraying and scattering out in front of him. ]
...Sphere? [ He's whispering, and to his own ears the call of her name is loud. She doesn't respond so he tries again, this time a pitch higher. ] Sphere?
{You got anything up there? I think she's close.}
[ It doesn't make sense, why is it so quiet? he wonders to himself; whether she can slip past that barrier and hear the thoughts for herself... ]
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A pitiful warble catches his attention and he skids to a stop, dirt spraying and scattering out in front of him. ]
...Sphere? [ He's whispering, and to his own ears the call of her name is loud. She doesn't respond so he tries again, this time a pitch higher. ] Sphere?
{You got anything up there? I think she's close.}
[ It doesn't make sense, why is it so quiet? he wonders to himself; whether she can slip past that barrier and hear the thoughts for herself... ]