With a focused sight on the path ahead, the city moving by alongside them, it was a clear run to the Palace. Asterion nodded to her musings, and talked as he drove.
”It’s not alive, kid. It’s a machine – constructed by man to operate under our control. Like ships in the sky, blasters and droids – all made to be operated by sentient beings to help them advance and reach places once thought unreachable.”
He then turned at her next question.
”The Primeval is a world like no-other. And you won’t leave the same as you were going in. Which is good, so don’t worry. You’ll see things that will scare you but make you stronger and you’ll feel things you never thought possible and then you will be someone you never thought you could be.”
The Palace loomed closer, as did the fate of Théa.
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”It’s not alive, kid. It’s a machine – constructed by man to operate under our control. Like ships in the sky, blasters and droids – all made to be operated by sentient beings to help them advance and reach places once thought unreachable.”
He then turned at her next question.
”The Primeval is a world like no-other. And you won’t leave the same as you were going in. Which is good, so don’t worry. You’ll see things that will scare you but make you stronger and you’ll feel things you never thought possible and then you will be someone you never thought you could be.”
The Palace loomed closer, as did the fate of Théa.
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