[The answer should be yes. And with the Guardian here...where are they? They ought to be here. They ought to be around, somewhere. And yet, the thought of them cuts deeper than any hard light blade, a reminder of something, a memory of something, the stains of pink ichor spattering the rainy moors of the south - ]
[The Drifter shakes their head to clear it, and answers:]
no subject
[The Drifter shakes their head to clear it, and answers:]
fine
where is guardian