mysicksadlife | [003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[She's been putting this off. Actually, she's managed to put it off for a very long time now. But as slow as she may be, she knows when there's something she needs to say.]

Look, this probably isn't how you're supposed to do this sort of thing, but I'd rather get it out there up front and over with. I'm sorry for any... strange things I may have said or done while I wasn't quite feeling like myself.

That goes for Valentine's Day, and more recently. Though I have to admit recently wasn't that bad. In fact, if it was always like that here, I could probably get used to it. Eventually. Enough to hold my complaining down to a dull roar, anyway.

So I was wondering, too, about these filial spirits. If magic is really something here, it probably behooves me to try to see it at work. Anyone willing to volunteer to let me? I'm not saying I'm going to try it out myself, or anything like that. I just want to see it.

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[The answer is simply a "hn" sort of noise. He doesn't really trust anybody right now.]

It's the best I can give. Are you going to take it or not?

[Neither accusatory nor apologetic, just giving Daria the courtesy of explaining his behavior:]

I'm a little paranoid right now.

Paranoid or not depends on your reasons and what you're afraid of. Did something happen recently to you, too?

Yes.

[There's a subtle invitation in his voice. He maybe would feel a little better if he heard he wasn't the only one bad things happened to.]

[Well, hers was sort of the opposite of bad. Except for coming back to normal and having to realize what happened was impossible, as usual in Luceti, but still happened.]

I've just spent a couple weeks thinking I was already thirty with a career and a whole new outlook on family. But I have a feeling a lot of people here can top that.