[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NISMglX.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=#b9dde9]Laurey Karlin[/color][/h2][/center]They were never safe, Laurey knew this, but when they were docked they were [i]supposed[/i] to be. That’s just how things worked. Now, their ship, their home, was violated. And Laurey blamed herself. Another piece of innocence, lost. 

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Stupid roombas. Flaw in their design. Need to improve. Must. 
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Her eyes drifted back over the robots. Would they help? Could she trust them to? Of course. If she couldn’t, what was she even still doing here? Metal over meat. 

Maria invaded Laurey's mind and she dug her nails into her palms until the pain went from sharp to burning. Even with her skin crawling, Laurey retained enough focus to package the messages and shunt them over to Nirrti, as though throwing a piece of meat to a particularly ferocious beast, mindful of losing an arm. 

Conversation buzzed anew, but Laurey clenched her eyes shut against the world, trying not to visibly shudder. Had she always hated mind magic so?