"Maybe not, but it's my duty to lead. To make sure we don't fail -- " Arcee cuts herself off abruptly as the heat of the welder cuts through the static of the pain, a strange sensation -- it doesn't exactly hurt, but it's not pleasant, either. Her hand tightens on the edge of the table, her entire frame going tense under Orion's touch, even as weary as she is.
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