Gamma Crowhurst doesn't blink for a whole five seconds. His posture stays stiff, his jaw locked, but his eyes go wide enough that the whites completely circle his pupils. Every soldier in range reacts like someone just announced the moon had fallen out of the sky, rolled into the backyard, and asked for snacks.
A sharp gasp travels through the room, one after the other, like dominoes made of lungs. One soldier even crosses himself like he suddenly converted to religion for safety insurance.
The Gamma finally speaks in a voice that's too loud, too shocked, and too raw. "That is not possible."
Morgan is past the point of caring about opinions. Amias can see that in his eyes as he affirms. "It is."
A guard whispers, "That's biologically impossible."
Another mutters, "The goddess would never…"
Someone actually crosses themselves, like Heidi is Satan's niece.
Gamma looks like he needs a chair, water, and maybe a new spiritual belief.
