He means it, even as he begins to catch upon the missing details. The gaps, the uncanny liminal nothingness at beauty's edge. He has known landscapes like this in the Dreamlands. It is not the sort of sight one finds on Earth.
"Is this what the Convoy is seeking?" In moments like these, John holds strangely still: he forgets the ability to turn his own head, and simply basks in the vision as presented. "Or... or just what they want us to think we'll find?"
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He means it, even as he begins to catch upon the missing details. The gaps, the uncanny liminal nothingness at beauty's edge. He has known landscapes like this in the Dreamlands. It is not the sort of sight one finds on Earth.
"Is this what the Convoy is seeking?" In moments like these, John holds strangely still: he forgets the ability to turn his own head, and simply basks in the vision as presented. "Or... or just what they want us to think we'll find?"