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UNDERGROUND - SUMMER

A dark shape on a golden floor;
A sleeping planet with a molten core…

~ Snow Patrol, 'The Golden Floor'

The blazing sun mocked her, but Sora didn't shield her eyes from its painful glare.

That would be weakness. And she wouldn't show weakness in front of these people, in front of the woman who left her father to die.

"That is not what happened," Teyla said, but Sora trusted Cowen's dissention. She'd known him longer.

She watched them leave in their crafts, burned their faces into her mind. Her weapon shook slightly in her hands, sun glinting from the polished barrel.

She stared upwards, after them. Teyla had been her friend. Once.

No longer.

Betrayer. I will destroy you.