[But she doesn't sound happy about it. Because she isn't. For a lot of reasons, one of which is the headache. She drags a finger down the edge of the table where she's left her Forge.]
You never really tell me things. I guess I should be used to it now, but I'm not really.
...Dietrich, really? She's... [Searching for description. Sadly, the first thing that comes to mind is "a lot like I used to be." But that's not very relevant.]
However, she had the nerve to presume I needed her sympathy with regards to how my life was ended back home... and I'm afraid I find this rather insulting.
[It's quiet for a while, as she chews on her bottom lip and ponders this.]
She reminds me of me. The way I used to be, before I came here and found out... a lot of things. It's her loyalty, more than anything else. She's much more composed than I was.
{And then more silence as she debates whether to say anything else. Because didn't she say something like that in her initial message? The one she barely remembers writing?]
[She taps the table with her fingertips.]
I can't help it. It's only because I care about you. And I don't even know if I'd call it sympathy.
...but we don't have to talk about it.
[Probably shouldn't, really. If that reaction was anything to judge by.]
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[She rubs her face, and don't think she doesn't know there's something up. :| In fact...]
There's definitely something wrong. I can hear it. And I--
[Oh right! Wasn't that what she contacted him about to begin with?]
I felt it. That spike. What happened?
[And why are you so damn powerful? It's horrifying.]
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[ The tension is beginning to ease... little by little. ]
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[But she doesn't sound happy about it. Because she isn't. For a lot of reasons, one of which is the headache. She drags a finger down the edge of the table where she's left her Forge.]
You never really tell me things. I guess I should be used to it now, but I'm not really.
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Very well.
[ You asked for it. ]
A verbal exchange with Dietrich is the cause of the spike in power that you sensed, Priscilla.
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I'm surprised that you'd find her offensive.
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However, she had the nerve to presume I needed her sympathy with regards to how my life was ended back home... and I'm afraid I find this rather insulting.
[ Hint. Hint. ]
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[Hm.]
[It's quiet for a while, as she chews on her bottom lip and ponders this.]
She reminds me of me. The way I used to be, before I came here and found out... a lot of things. It's her loyalty, more than anything else. She's much more composed than I was.
{And then more silence as she debates whether to say anything else. Because didn't she say something like that in her initial message? The one she barely remembers writing?]
[She taps the table with her fingertips.]
I can't help it. It's only because I care about you. And I don't even know if I'd call it sympathy.
...but we don't have to talk about it.
[Probably shouldn't, really. If that reaction was anything to judge by.]
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[...but let's not talk about it.]
Mm. I know.
[Not that it helps much.]
...well. I'm glad you told me. You're always very mysterious. It can be a little... anyway. I'm glad.
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Perhaps I like keeping you guessing. Maybe I even prefer it.
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... ROFL PRISCILLA IS RIDICULOUS.
[...]
Rrgh.
[And then she starts giggling. That took way too long to get.]
You're awful.
She is, but it's wonderful~! <3
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...what about you? You don't laugh very much.
[Smiling, yes. But that's not the same thing.]
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You know, sometimes I feel bad for *her*. She's so simple and in over her head.
[...and whatever species.]
Maybe that should be a goal of mine. Making you laugh. ...I'm not sure how to do that, though.
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I wonder what would work.
...well, at least you have a sense of humor! That's something to work with.
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You see? Mysterious.
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That isn't to say that nothing can, or that nothing does, or that I dislike it when it happens, which is rare.
It is simply... what it is. And that's all that it is.
Nothing mysterious about that.
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Were you always that way? Or is it... time?
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I wonder what you were like, then.
...I met Luciela in her warrior form once. Before you came here, when... people changed. Became younger. She still had her hair in those bunches.
I guess I couldn't resist, but it was probably a bad idea. After she went back to normal, she started bothering me more.
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