[While Sakyou addresses Catra and Claude wanders over to the compartment, Sieghart stands very still. Now that the adrenaline of fleeing the hangar has run its course and he's no longer occupied by conversation, his skin is starting to become clammy. His grip around the hilt of his sword tightens and he closes his eyes, breathing out, barely able to register the words being said by the others over the sound of his own palpitations.]
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