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"Froof", showed the message app. Hrolf was sub-speaking in his mike, so not to be heard by his teammates, and had activated the dictation mode. An indirect way to communicate than just hail Yune and chat, but it was discreet.
"Come over? As all of us, you're forbidden to move, even for a pee - which I'd like to, by the way, but I guess I have to pee in my spacesuit, hre, hre!", confided the candid Karinian native.
"So, let's discuss... I'm supposed to focus on our trajectory, and I see that you feed our computers with the enemy's vectors, but the captain did not designate a target... So I'm nervous, bored, and I can't focus because you're on my mind..."
There was a pause. Hrolf seemed to take his breath.
"Oh Jacqueline, there's a slight probability that I might die in this upcoming fight. Or you might die, but I don't want to imagine it... And our pair hasn't even started yet to take off and fly with majesty. I want this battle slash war to be over, right now, so much, so I could hug you in my arms again."
"Pardon me if this sounds awkward and unworthy of a navy officer." The pace of the words display was slowing. Hrolf would search his words, and the train of his thoughts.
"Anyway, it was a joke. I said I had a problem, and the joke was that you were my problem... distracting me from my duty. But this does not look funny anymore. I'm sorry. You... with your noble education... on the contrary... are adapting to the circumstances... Er... Please excuse this rant... stupid... Hrolf over."
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