[SE] like you never left, like you said you never would

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Manageable was something; though her brow arched again at the sentence. Her eyes flickered away from the girl, giving her some moment to collect herself, before she listened to the statement on Mort – and then about a parent potentially listening from beyond. Melita didn’t have any firsthand experience on that note. Her mother was long gone in another world. And her father sucked – a well-established fact – she wouldn’t have been surprised to hear he’d succumbed to a violent end elsewhere. Certainly not in Caido. “I bet Mort hears it. Just, you know, a lot,” she gestured vaguely, due to the circumstances of the realm they lived in. There was always death here. Sometimes it felt like a noose or a knife. Other times it just felt inevitable, in all the stories and tales about war. In all of Vox’s asinine broadcasts. In all of the twists and plots that angled around.

“And your dad probably hears it too,” she considered, given how many times she’d seen others come down to their loved ones during the upcoming festival. “You make a lantern for him?” So she had a better chance of seeing him again.

The Honeybee let the ‘terrifingly cool people’ comment slide – though she did like the thought of being known as paralyzing others with fear – settling for other sentiments. “Depends. I’ve always had a good time talking to Ludo. And it would like everyone to stop being so serious,” she winked. “So cut yourself a little slack.”

Melita

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