"I'm sorry, Traya, but we had to do it."
Michael pulls himself up, feeling like he had been run over by an elephant driving fire truck. He's sure his cheekbone is bruised if not broken. Still, he tried to comfort Traya.
"We have to go and warn the others. Send out an alert. Do we have access to any other facilities?"
(COMPASSION)
(WILL)
(LOVE)
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