[Click. Clickity click. Kafei fumbles with the communicator. His voice, when he speaks, is that of a boy of twelve or so. But it’s remarkably even, perhaps because of how sullen it is, but for the spike of urgency.]
What is this thing? How is it - not important…
[The voice becomes muffled. Apparently, Kafei has tucked it away, too busy to bother
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