[ somehow, she manages to take his breath away each and every time.

this place is so terribly foreign. so unfamiliar. he wades through a maze of grey in a panic, surrounded by a void he can't begin to understand. it's merely an illusion, he thinks at first—

until he catches a glimpse of red, the wind knocking out of him.

he treks on over in his jumpsuit. there's a flash of surprise before it melts into something akin to...relief? ]

You're here, I — I feared that we would be separated but...you're here.

[ wow. eloquent. ]

These...tacky suits be damned, are you in one piece, Morgana?