if they're watching anyways
"Master Quill." It was quiet at first -- Auteme's thoughts were often quiet, so her projected telepathy through the Solitude Stone was no different. The second time came with more force. It was as if she was reaching through his stone in search of his mind. "JEND-RO."
The image came next. Her, seated at a long table in an open pavilion, clutching the stone in her lap. The figures around her were blurred, yet the eyes of the crowd were in sharp focus. Overwhelming. Piercing. Their gaze, ever present, all seeing; Auteme, forced to sit straight and keep a calm expression. But the stone spoke her thoughts. She was angry, confused, sad.
A second image. Quill, ten feet tall, glowing blue, projected from a Nemoidian mechno-chair.
A question. "Why?"