“Hey, Sarah.” The voice was so quiet, so distant, that she almost didn’t hear it. It wasn’t a sound at all really, but a thought. A thought that came into her head in Ocellus’s voice. She’d experienced the same sensation when Discord had communicated with her. But where that had often been a full-sensory simulation, this was only a whisper. Orders of magnitude less power. “Can you hear me Sarah? Don’t say anything, just think it at me.”