[un: sprite bulb] voice;

[bearshermark]

[Too nervous to write and worried about probably misspelling Bonaccorso, there's a rare voice message]

I've suddenly been asked to meet with Bonaccorso to speak on behalf of Vannozza's supporters. I can't imagine why, but it isn't as though I can refuse. ..But neither do I really know what to say about her. She hasn't spoken much..

[A pause for silent stressing]

The meeting is in a few hours, so I would be grateful for any guidance.

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[weifinder]

If it's based on people being present here from all the wrong times, then I'd count at least... five different versions of my world represented. Even still, I would not want any of them here to believe themselves soul-destined to return.

I just... don't want to see you cut down, Eleven. If not me, I'd ask you to consider any of the other necromancers, but with them I can't guarantee what they will or won't do. I can only know myself, and my lack of interest in anything but the survival of those I care for.

[bearshermark]

..I'm honored you care for me, and I trust that you wouldn't bind me to your will as they might.

When you've fully learned what they have to teach you, we can speak more about it. Until then, I'm too wary of their practices to risk it.

[weifinder]

Mm. I'll ask again at that time.