Neither of those are correct, but Roland is also having a hard time deciphering messages when the music is blasting and there's general confusion with the shouting and screaming, or the echoes making faces and asking to be heard. He's feeling a bit fuzzy himself, but it's not long after that where the end is finally in sight and they arrive at the door separating them from sweet, silent relief.
The button is pressed and there they are: the training car. The final destination. Higgledies appearing and reappearing in bursts of teleportation, light, and magic, squealing as if they've just had the time of their lives. They occupy what spaces they can, while Roland does what feels right at this time and leans his hands on his knees, sighing as he removes one of the earbuds with a deft finger.
"We made it...In one piece."
I mean, if he can consider this one piece, but still. No one talked to an echo, and no one looked out a window. Victory.
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Neither of those are correct, but Roland is also having a hard time deciphering messages when the music is blasting and there's general confusion with the shouting and screaming, or the echoes making faces and asking to be heard. He's feeling a bit fuzzy himself, but it's not long after that where the end is finally in sight and they arrive at the door separating them from sweet, silent relief.
The button is pressed and there they are: the training car. The final destination. Higgledies appearing and reappearing in bursts of teleportation, light, and magic, squealing as if they've just had the time of their lives. They occupy what spaces they can, while Roland does what feels right at this time and leans his hands on his knees, sighing as he removes one of the earbuds with a deft finger.
"We made it...In one piece."
I mean, if he can consider this one piece, but still. No one talked to an echo, and no one looked out a window. Victory.