[Her voice is unquestionably softer, as though her soul does not burn with the same intensity.]
I feel...different. I don't like it. And it sounds like I'm not the only one.
Jing, Azula? Are you all right? [Leon is nearby; she doesn't need to ask him through the coms.] Fayt and Skuld: ready your weapons, whatever you have.
[A deep breath, and a
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