[Caitlyn scratches her chin, momentarily losing herself in thought. Her eyes grow intense, focused on working things out. She's a detective by training, and this is a puzzle.]
The soldiers were well entrenched at my encampment. Like they were prepared for people coming out of my...I don't know what else to call it, so we'll go with hatchery...to be violent and dangerous. This is something that's happened before, clearly. It's something that's probably happened more than once. Something cyclical.
Perhaps something to do with this ritual. I suppose it's too much to hope it's to send us home, though...is home even still there is another question.
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[Caitlyn scratches her chin, momentarily losing herself in thought. Her eyes grow intense, focused on working things out. She's a detective by training, and this is a puzzle.]
The soldiers were well entrenched at my encampment. Like they were prepared for people coming out of my...I don't know what else to call it, so we'll go with hatchery...to be violent and dangerous. This is something that's happened before, clearly. It's something that's probably happened more than once. Something cyclical.
Perhaps something to do with this ritual. I suppose it's too much to hope it's to send us home, though...is home even still there is another question.