FORTY SEVEN ✖ VOICE
[And shortly after Morgana's post has gone up, Charles is clicking on the audio function to let everyone know what happened. His voice is still a little hoarse, but whether that's from getting over his cold or because he's upset is a little up in the air.]
Morgana's gone. I've checked her room. [There's a pause before the feed clicks off, like he's considering saying something more, but decides against it.]
Morgana's gone. I've checked her room. [There's a pause before the feed clicks off, like he's considering saying something more, but decides against it.]
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Did you have a problem you wished to discuss?
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[Jean swallows a few times, trying to smooth the lump in her throat.]
I feel so helpless.
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[She switches the feed.]
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I'm used to my friends being in danger. But not...I'm still not sure how to deal with this.
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I know that's not much.
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