Just as Davis was thinking that Luo Tianming was acting strangely joyful over his action of picking up the messaging talisman and responding, Clara's familiar voice resounded, momentarily stunning Davis.
"Clara, is that you…?"
He quickly responded, his arms quivering ever so lightly before he held the messaging talisman with a better grip and a hopeful gaze as he brought it near to his face, hoping that it was a projection instead, just so he could see her face.
"Yes, brother." Clara's voice resounded again, her tone soft and without the authority she usually exuded, "It is I, your disobedient little sister who cursed out loud that you were an abominable Divergent and should die somewhere where I shouldn't be able to see."
"…"
Davis paused, and then let out an exasperated chuckle, "You know how to speak with humor, now?"
"Not quite, but I'm trying…"
