[ She almost could have forgotten, with everything going on, how close this is to what Sigma had seen of his own world. It gives her a guilty little twinge. She's been pretty wrapped up in her own thing, which, while probably understandable, fails to account for the really, really shitty irony Sigma will get to enjoy if his girlfriend dies of an epidemic. ]
Let's do flying horses. [ It's a little abrupt, but she's desperate to get away from the idea. ] They've gotta have them, right? What're they called — pegasomething?
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Let's do flying horses. [ It's a little abrupt, but she's desperate to get away from the idea. ] They've gotta have them, right? What're they called — pegasomething?