[Lightning does not do stuff on command. Lightning has spent a good deal of time trying to find the limits of this place. She's walked, and walked, and walked. She's not tired. She's not scared. She's not going to give up.
... still, she can't deny she's worried.
She's beginning to think that there isn't way to leave.
Of course, even that revolution is greeted with denial. She grits her teeth, before sitting down on a nearby rock, deciding to check her gunblade. (It's in perfect working order, of course. But don't tell her that unless you don't plan on living to see tomorrow.)]
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... still, she can't deny she's worried.
She's beginning to think that there isn't way to leave.
Of course, even that revolution is greeted with denial. She grits her teeth, before sitting down on a nearby rock, deciding to check her gunblade. (It's in perfect working order, of course. But don't tell her that unless you don't plan on living to see tomorrow.)]