The armbands. Armsmaster had said it prioritized orders based on need.
There’s been surprisingly little use of the broadcast feature, honestly.
My left arm hung by my side, and I couldn’t even bring myself to raise it. Just gravity and the weight of my hand pulling down on it was excruciating. The idea of pressing the buttons was too much.
Hmm.
I reached for the person next to me, grabbed her wrist. Some woman with a crescent moon on a blue costume. She gave me a startled look with a lost, shellshocked expression. When I first pressed against the communications button, she moved her arm, as if she thought I was guiding her movements.
Should probably have said something first.
For now I’m calling this woman Princess Luna.
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