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[historicals]

hello flower boy (shitpost later)

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[outdistanced]

[ how does he keep finding these relentlessly naive optimists. disgusting. ]

You've got plenty of time to try some things while we're stuck here, if you're that interested.

[ he never saw the need to spend time on such things but there aren't any rules here to make him care enough to stop anyone else from it. ]

Who would read that? They probably can't send it back to anyone alive, right? And we're right here with you already.

[historicals]

[ IS it naivete.....hard to say!

speaking of. some of those blue feathers at his wings seem to settle again, and begin to seem a little less blue, dimming in color. ]

We've already lost two of our number, Laurence. [ softly. ] And I don't know about you, but there are details about our lost souls I do not want to forget.

[ so. a chronicle. ]

[outdistanced]

[ it's a bit hard to see, but the vines start to grow some thorns. small, but no less prickly. ]

I know that. I'm not acting like they don't exist like half the other people around here.

[historicals]

[ baby. weh. thankfully taair is calm in the face of it - and observant, too, observant enough to watch him physically prickle. gentle, but steady, in return. ]

I know you do. [ though the latter point kind of brings it back to the reason for a chronicle, anyway. ] Right now, the loss of Charlie and the general is fresh in our minds. But if people act as though it never happened today, a few days later.. how might they act in a few weeks? In eight weeks, when all is said and done?

Time sands the edges of memory. I want to write to ensure that never happens.

[outdistanced]

[ fine. point taken, but he still hates it. though he does prickle a little more at the mention of jing yuan. ]

I don't think those are the kinds of peoples that read stuff like memoirs in the first place, Mr. Taair. Even I don't, most of the time.