[ she nods in greeting, taking a seat near them. her emotions are... tired, and longing. but overall, she is a bit guarded against pride specifically.
still, she's frank: ]
I wanted to talk to you about the message I received from Eleanor and Vlad. And the notion that we are being used as a power source. Will that be disturbed if someone were to kill Childe before Thursday night? [ there is marginally more conflicted emotions there that don't breech her tone at all. they can ignore them. ]
[ dw please. also she already grew attached to your daughter and look where that got her, bucko. she doesn't want to risk it again. ]
I see. Thank you. [ good to know. ] The message has me concerned about indulging enough. I do not care for Childe, but I wouldn't rob us of a chance to utilize him to potentially save the others.
[ he might be the best choice for thursday, she's saying. ]
I don't see if it matters if someone kills on a Thursday or not. It shouldn't affect indulgence. [thursday is such an arbitrary day, the npc says, as the mod goes listen, it's for a reason,]
It isn't us that's in charge of all of this. It's you. You're all making the decisions here. You do what you will, Vira.
The dead are dead, and I'm not even sure the indulgence at the end will be enough. [...] This isn't a scolding for not doing enough. I'm telling you I don't know what will happen.
[ for a moment, she is deeply unsettled. why are people concerned for her? what is she supposed to do with this? it takes her a second to unbury some real sentiment, honest but not without some struggle. ]
Let us hope it's soon. [ anyway she's pretty good at not showing this, but she is awkward. ] Do you suppose they know we're gone? The ones we have at home?
[ it's more of an idle question than a serious one. ]
[stop pride doesn't do feelings ever they're already dead]
Hope they don't. I'd come back to a world on fire, I imagine. [they look down at their claws, clacking them absently.] I guess I've had practice cleaning up messes around here, at least.
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Do you want to meet somewhere?
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[ that's unsexy enough that no one should be there. ]
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still, she's frank: ]
I wanted to talk to you about the message I received from Eleanor and Vlad. And the notion that we are being used as a power source. Will that be disturbed if someone were to kill Childe before Thursday night? [ there is marginally more conflicted emotions there that don't breech her tone at all. they can ignore them. ]
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they tilt their head a little, and she'll sense... a little bit of confusion, in response to the guardedness, but otherwise just a sense of content.]
No. It wouldn't, as far as I'm aware.
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I see. Thank you. [ good to know. ] The message has me concerned about indulging enough. I do not care for Childe, but I wouldn't rob us of a chance to utilize him to potentially save the others.
[ he might be the best choice for thursday, she's saying. ]
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I don't see if it matters if someone kills on a Thursday or not. It shouldn't affect indulgence. [thursday is such an arbitrary day, the npc says, as the mod goes listen, it's for a reason,]
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So if we wish to generate enough... 'fuel' to save the dead, we will want to kill him soon enough.
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The dead are dead, and I'm not even sure the indulgence at the end will be enough. [...] This isn't a scolding for not doing enough. I'm telling you I don't know what will happen.
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[ how much of their collective suffering has been self-induced, really? for the sake of a wish. her feelings on it are tepid, tired. ]
I'd like to see them come back, but we still have to make it out of this ourselves.
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I would not be pleased to see you die.
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...I want you to be reunited with your family.
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I will be, eventually.
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Let us hope it's soon. [ anyway she's pretty good at not showing this, but she is awkward. ] Do you suppose they know we're gone? The ones we have at home?
[ it's more of an idle question than a serious one. ]
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Hope they don't. I'd come back to a world on fire, I imagine. [they look down at their claws, clacking them absently.] I guess I've had practice cleaning up messes around here, at least.