[ Wrathion considers something a moment, turning his head to nose at the small creature seeking comfort from him. The gesture is uncommonly gentle for how aloof he normally is, and how large he is compared to the younger dragon. ]
Stasis.
[ A single word, a thought. He looks up again at Wangji. ]
The tongue from the ship, the heart from Taravast. Both alive yet not alive. Preserved. In stasis. I wonder if this is similar. I wonder if the architect is the same.
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Stasis.
[ A single word, a thought. He looks up again at Wangji. ]
The tongue from the ship, the heart from Taravast. Both alive yet not alive. Preserved. In stasis. I wonder if this is similar. I wonder if the architect is the same.