[ Lance clicks his tongue in frustration when he reaches the end of the text, rapping his knuckles against where the last words would be. ]
"Through it we would find..." what? Hope and what?
[ He looks back at Clark, catching the shadow lingering over the other man's face, and his expression softens. He has no experience of his own with dead planets, though he's privately glad Allura isn't here. ]
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"Through it we would find..." what? Hope and what?
[ He looks back at Clark, catching the shadow lingering over the other man's face, and his expression softens. He has no experience of his own with dead planets, though he's privately glad Allura isn't here. ]