[Bunny stays off to Sandy's side, nose twitching as he lazily sucks on a piece of chocolate (as if that would somehow make it taste better or make him feel less off about the whole thing). With a sigh he looks Sandy's way, not bothering to speak. Rather, as he's been instructed to since he's working on the badge, he attempts a bit of telepathy Sandy's way.
He projects a hazy but colourful image of those assembled to his counsellor, the palette tainted green with uncertainty. And then the image of Sanderson, still hazy but dyed in the usual gold palette that Bunny always saw him in his head, moving his hands as if explaining. Did Sandy know anything?]
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He projects a hazy but colourful image of those assembled to his counsellor, the palette tainted green with uncertainty. And then the image of Sanderson, still hazy but dyed in the usual gold palette that Bunny always saw him in his head, moving his hands as if explaining. Did Sandy know anything?]