[ They're in a memory, and so it shouldn't matter—
but as memory-Lance's voice raises in pitch, as he runs, Mako's instincts take over. She dives right along with Coran, shoving herself in front of him with a whirl of her arms, trying to control any of the fire. It doesn't really work—she's only a figment here, nothing close to the real thing—but her ears ring after the explosion all the same, and she looks up at Lance through the resulting darkness. ]
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but as memory-Lance's voice raises in pitch, as he runs, Mako's instincts take over. She dives right along with Coran, shoving herself in front of him with a whirl of her arms, trying to control any of the fire. It doesn't really work—she's only a figment here, nothing close to the real thing—but her ears ring after the explosion all the same, and she looks up at Lance through the resulting darkness. ]
What is that thing? What happened?