[But she doesn’t comment further on inferior measurements of time, instead she watches him, tilting her head to the side at the far-off stare as he’s working out something internally. It only lasts long enough for Allura to find it odd, but he snaps out of it, and the thought passes.
She makes a face. War. The details are different but some things don’t change, no matter the distance from home.] And on which side do you fall?
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[But she doesn’t comment further on inferior measurements of time, instead she watches him, tilting her head to the side at the far-off stare as he’s working out something internally. It only lasts long enough for Allura to find it odd, but he snaps out of it, and the thought passes.
She makes a face. War. The details are different but some things don’t change, no matter the distance from home.] And on which side do you fall?
[War dog? Indifferent middleman?]