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Orianna leans into his side, turning in against his shoulder. This ride will be one of the last times she hears of his whirring processes, for a very long time. It’s strange, how the outside can be so loud, and yet it still rushes in her ears, soft whir and a tik-tik as it changes tracks. An electric sound, she realizes. And soon she would know what the drum of a heartbeat felt like, in her chest and in her ear pressed against him. The younger ISO curls one of her hands around his, closes her eyes and smiles.

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With Orianna pressed against him, Jalen savors the moment. A hollow sigh slipping past his lips, not so much sorrowful as much as an exhale of all the anticipation pouring out of his chest.

Watching the landscape pass around them, his hand hovers over her shoulder and settles down with the lightest weight. Rubbing light strokes along her back. Not long at all now. After all this time. Not so very long at all.

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There’s a station where one of the old port cities stood, though now a new city grows around it every cycle. The system of the old Tron City slowly fades into memory with each passing blip of the internal clock; time passes, civilization grows, and the great frontier of the digital age moves onwards. When they step out of the runner, talk meets their ears of the energy shipment already going to “that old relic in the middle of nowhere”, and it thrills Orianna to know that though the other programs don’t know it, the preparation is for them. Before the ISO goes she stops a red-haired program checking the sailor display. The data reader looks annoyed until Orianna holds out the runner keys.

“Happy early birthday!” she declares, closing the data reader’s hand around them, and before the Basic can even ask what a birthday is Orianna leaves them and returns to Jalen’s side. She squeezes his hand. “Want to find the passenger carrier? Should be quiet since it’s a maintenance run.”

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Jalen watched them from a distance, and then glances down at Orianna with small perk of his lips. "Quiet sounds nice." It sounds exactly what he needs right now. After all that's happened, he's not one to charge into change anymore, and a little alone time with Orianna can help him gain his focus. He has to stay focused if he's going to have a half a chance of going through with this. They shuffled on, and once settled and seated he pulls her to closer to him wordlessly.

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She rises with him, but before she starts moving ahead she stands on tip-toe and gives him a quick kiss. If they wanted more touchy-feely, they’d have time on the solar sailor, or simply waiting at the portal. For now they had best get going. Orianna tugs at his hand then, her other hand brushing a wall and letting the hexes of the balcony window fold into place.

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They take their time smoothing everything into place, making the right calls; Jalen goes about the motions in a neutral sort of fashion. He's excited, so much so that he has to constantly check himself for the shaking of his hands and flicker of yellow in his circuits. Despite the battle within himself, he feels--he knows he's stable enough to go through with this now. He's set on this. The past is still there, it's still a constant drag on his shoulders, but he can straighten himself against the weight now; he's not going to let it hold him back. He's not going to let it hold Orianna back either. He reserves a wave of his old confidence to himself, smirking out the window of the runner as they head out towards the solar sailor.