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[ i love void

taair is here, looking no better than yesterday - still, he manages a little smile just in greeting, though it doesn't last. ]

No...no, neither am I. [ unfortunately. ] And for it to escalate, I'm... it's very concerning.

Come... sit with me for a while, Miss Shadowheart. I think I could use the company.

I'd be glad to.

[she will pull up a void chair and take a seat.]

What are you feeling? Are you frightened?

Frightened? Mm...

[ he considers that for a moment, thoughtfully giving his feelings the full weight. is he frightened...? the horrors of the wolf's maw are still very heavy. ]

Perhaps a little, but...I frighten less easily than many might think. [ please ignore him yelling aaa someone help in the face of a goose but that goose was scary. ] Rather, I am... worried. Worried for tomorrow, worried for those among us who may be - afflicted, as I think General Jing Yuan was, and... worried for what this means for us, in the weeks to come. Worried for Lucas and Yves. Jiaoqiu, too.

[ many concerns for one little bird. ]

What about you?

[good question.]

Furious! How many of us are going to die this way before we admit there's a danger? [it's just. easier to be angry at the angels for their lack of urgency than to admit that even if they admit there's a problem, there may not be a solution.]

[ honestly this is valid. he's calm, but taair is always calm - even so, his brow is pinched, mouth pulled downwards. ]

I have heard that one of the others spoke with the Angels about attempting to stop this redemption experiment, or at least put it on hold, but... I confess - I don't think it will happen. Nor do I think that the god of this place will do much about it, either.

I must wonder if it's cynical of me to think our eight weeks of tasks were always to be this.

I don't think it's cynical.

[it makes some sense.]

Or perhaps... there are more opinions on what our eight weeks were to be than only one.

[ mmm. ]

...that's quite possible, too. [ not great, chief! ] I cannot stop thinking of the general's strange behavior, last week. We don't have any idea what caused it, do we...? His - apathy.

No. There were theories that it was all to do with him, but they don't seem to fit entirely - or at least, the ones who knew him best appear not to believe that's all it was.

Yes, I'm inclined to believe the latter. Last week, the general and I bonded over a mutual love of birds. We spent quite a bit of time discussing them, quite animatedly. When he was in that bell tower, I brought him a seagull from the beach I had befriended - we both spoke of how we enjoyed their company, and Badr was quite well behaved.

But... he didn't even react. [ indifference, boredom. apathy. ] And it put up, to me, a red flag.

I don't know if many among us would kill someone in our group, especially after we spent this week enjoying each other's company, and mourning the losses we experienced. So... for it to now escalate to two... It worries me that there is a sickness that runs through our collective, of some kind.

I didn't notice anything strange during the proceedings last week either. Not until the gambit had been revealed.

I don't know. I agree with you on the sickness, but I would not rule out willing killers. The apples are a significant temptation, and as much as we may like one another, we are still strangers largely. You never know what is in someone else's heart, what desperation and need they may be hiding.

[ he nods to that. ]

Wise counsel as always, Miss Shadowheart. [ a very, very good point - apples included. ] We will have to be very thorough in the...proceedings, tomorrow, too.

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