[As he walks he grows, he spreads, touching rubble, pausing to leave the extensions of his self and he smiles. He can't wait to see it in bloom. But he's so hungry, he can't keep this up if he doesn't feed, he--
-- hears something.
That voice.
He knows that voice, would recognize it anywhere. Flynn looks up in the direction of the snow ridge and pauses.]
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-- hears something.
That voice.
He knows that voice, would recognize it anywhere. Flynn looks up in the direction of the snow ridge and pauses.]
Peter? Is that you?