[ GLaDOS was tired. She was really tired; the dancing was draining her physically and emotionally, and she was beginning to falter when Wheatley pressed his cheek to the top of her head. His soft question made everything worse.
Yes, during those many hours, her gaze would dart towards the clock. Time was running out. ]
I have. [ she replied softly in turn, slowing to a halt. ] Five hours and a half.
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Yes, during those many hours, her gaze would dart towards the clock. Time was running out. ]
I have. [ she replied softly in turn, slowing to a halt. ] Five hours and a half.