[ It's always a relief when night comes and the city gets quieter, when the wind is cooler and the sounds of motors and machines ebb to a dull thrum underneath the whispers of more familiar things. Lancer's never been too fond of Druids or mystics, but he has a feeling gets why they connect more intimately with the organic world; everything else is so impersonal.
He feels the concrete under his foot with a grind of his heel, sharpens his senses and hones in on the steady pulse that he feels just a few yards away. His tone, though, remains as benign as ever. ]
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He feels the concrete under his foot with a grind of his heel, sharpens his senses and hones in on the steady pulse that he feels just a few yards away. His tone, though, remains as benign as ever. ]
Do you always think with your stomach?