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[radars]

This fog is really quite pervasive, isn't it? Seems as though it's been here forever. In your lungs every time you breathe. Hulking and lingering and always there, even if you don't think about it. Off there in the distance, worrying everyone, as it's where we've come from, and that makes it quite important. I'm fairly sure its name is Salvation. Isn't that interesting? I wonder what it's Salvation from.

Speaking of, we could probably use some salvation from the fog. How long has it been here? I've forgotten. It's very hard to hold onto details in the fog, and it's very hard to hold onto sights. It's like all the buildings have grown farther apart.

Where is everyone? Have you noticed there's an awful lot of fog?

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[radars]

How can a ship be ebbing? Is this a power situation again?

[most_feared]

The fog. But I haven't heard about the ship getting any better.

[And he doesn't know if he'll catch himself if his language goes again.]

[radars]

The fog doesn't have anything to do with the ship. Nothing. It's weather, and the ship is a ... ship.

[most_feared]

I mean the fog is starting to ebb. At least where I'm at.

But you distracted me with that bit about Salvation.

[radars]

Mm, yes. I heard that from her mind.

[most_feared]

It's gotta mean more than we're supposed to save people.

[radars]

Whose Salvation, is the question?

Or whose hope for salvation.

I've never had much hope for it, myself, but everything changed here...