meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
There's a pang of something bitter in her heart when Sam explains their recent renovations. Remorse? Regret? Jealousy? She used to be part of all of this and now her life is so full of other things, bigger and much less well-defined than organizing words in books. Now Sam and Jigano have slipped into that role, and she feels suddenly lost.
"That's... good." She can't meet Sam's eyes, though his comment about people not putting things away correctly earns a snort of agreement. "I'm surprised nobody's made an automatic sorting system. Though I'm sure people still wouldn't use it."
A history of life inside the barrier is a clever idea, though Amalia has to bite her tongue against a comment on its inevitable pro-Voice biases. "That's an... interesting project. With Jigano?" Awkwardly she pulls at the sleeve of her tunic. "Has he told you about Safrin's library? It might... the books in there could be... Helpful. Maybe."
"That's... good." She can't meet Sam's eyes, though his comment about people not putting things away correctly earns a snort of agreement. "I'm surprised nobody's made an automatic sorting system. Though I'm sure people still wouldn't use it."
A history of life inside the barrier is a clever idea, though Amalia has to bite her tongue against a comment on its inevitable pro-Voice biases. "That's an... interesting project. With Jigano?" Awkwardly she pulls at the sleeve of her tunic. "Has he told you about Safrin's library? It might... the books in there could be... Helpful. Maybe."
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