backdated: wedding day iii
Before her second disappearance, Prassenze ravaged her compartment for a hidden box.
( 'How do you know this, Wangji?' 'Any details?' No. )
Separately, forge or jewellery master begged sought. A trinket for powders.
New arrivals, be welcome.
how tf did i miss this comment
It happens!
No, it's more like [She's actually glad that this is a text conversation. Otherwise she'd have to try to figure out how to explain. Especially to someone she suspects doesn't know what a microphone is.]
When you have things that can take in sound and send it out a speaker in an amplified manner, if the receiver is too close it will pick up the amplified sound and amplify it again and it quickly turns into this terrible noise.
It's more like that? There's cases where people end up not waking up because of it.
I hope that makes sense...
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[Though maybe that would have made things easier for them too...]
Sorry for not being more help...I'm honestly a little embarrassed at how little help I've been.
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She feels unbelievably fond of this person who, despite being a man of so few words was so very kind. It feels like the way of thinking that led the adults in Pandra and Babel to protect the espers ubder their care. (If her Father had been like that how might her life had been different?)
But more than that she feels so much guilt.
Do you know what monstrous things I have done? Do you know how much blood there is on my hands? I am not the sort of person who deserves this kindness.
She doesn't write it. It only makes her feel guiltier.]
You're very kind.
But this really isn't a burden. I want to be of help.
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