[ Bastien smiles first—small and quizzical, not a disrespectful unconcerned grin, but still a reflexive attempt to never look bothered unless that’s part of the plan.
But it’s Byerly. So the surprise fades, his guard lowers. The smile disappears. He stands up from the desk. ]
No correspondence, no signs, no answers to the crystal. Either in deep hiding or captured. [ Or dead - But Bastien knows well Byerly's pessimism; By doesn't need to speak that possibility aloud. ]
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But it’s Byerly. So the surprise fades, his guard lowers. The smile disappears. He stands up from the desk. ]
How missing?
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[ He runs a hand over his mouth. ]
No correspondence, no signs, no answers to the crystal. Either in deep hiding or captured. [ Or dead - But Bastien knows well Byerly's pessimism; By doesn't need to speak that possibility aloud. ]
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We’ll find them.
[ He puts his pen down and comes around the desk. ]
Or they will find us while we are looking. That is something they would do.