[Aral waves it off and gives a formal nod, not quite moving from parade rest.] The fault in politeness is mine, I hadn't offered. Naismith. Aral Naismith.
[Much like Miles had, the idea of altering the timeline more than the application of strangely powered dimensional travelers was going to was abhorrent. In a way, this secret was more personal.
He busies himself with removing the string on the trainer and applying a brisk layer of wax to the limbs.]
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[Much like Miles had, the idea of altering the timeline more than the application of strangely powered dimensional travelers was going to was abhorrent. In a way, this secret was more personal.
He busies himself with removing the string on the trainer and applying a brisk layer of wax to the limbs.]