[Archer frowns. He has no knowledge about this place, only fear that warns him to not think think about it. So he shrugs, taking his time to watch his dream guest, noting how different she is from their surroundings.]
I suppose it belongs to me. [he answers finally, with a bitter smirk.] Not that I truly remember.
[While he doesn't remember he is quite sure this place is removed from space and time.]
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I suppose it belongs to me. [he answers finally, with a bitter smirk.] Not that I truly remember.
[While he doesn't remember he is quite sure this place is removed from space and time.]