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[requiemed]

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[requiemed]

[She nods.]

That’s a whole other can of worms, we’ve fought about that like five different times, but...

[Her voice grows quieter.]

He said he thought they’d probably wipe him clean to maintain confidentiality soon. And he was just - I mean, he’s fine with it, and I get why he is, but I thought if I had more time with him...

[selfimmolates]

It takes a lot to change someone's mentality if it's all they've known.

[requiemed]

[She shakes her head.]

I know that. I just... I think it was changing. He said things to me last week that I could never imagine him saying when I first met him.

[selfimmolates]

... You can still try writing to him. It's not over yet.

[requiemed]

It’s not over, but... What if it’s too late to reach him?

[selfimmolates]

If things go well, it should reach him by Friday. Either he'll be dead and joining us for next week anyway or he'll have the chance to read it.

[requiemed]

[After a moment:]

That’s not the kind of reaching him I meant.

[selfimmolates]

[he thought it might not be, but.]

Then you can just give up now.

[requiemed]

[...]

I’m allowed to be worried something won’t work even if I’m going to try to make it work anyways.

[selfimmolates]

You asked, "What if it’s too late to reach him?"

If it won't work, then it won't work. What matters is if it'll change your own actions—and you've already answered that.

[requiemed]

You’re making it sound way less terrifying than it is.

[selfimmolates]

How terrifying something is doesn't change what it boils down to.

You're anxious because of the uncertainty. So, it helps to figure out what you are certain on.

[requiemed]

It also just helps to vent sometimes, you know.

[selfimmolates]

... Well, I guess you can do that too.

[requiemed]

Can I start by saying how much all of this sucks?

[selfimmolates]

A fair sentiment.

[requiemed]

[A small noise of discontentment, before:]

There's something else I wanted to ask you, if that's cool.

[selfimmolates]

... What is it?

[requiemed]

When you got here, did Patience ask you to give her your coin?

[selfimmolates]

Yeah. I haven't, though.

[requiemed]

I figured you wouldn't have. Did she say anything to you about it?

[selfimmolates]

[he shakes his head.]

Just talked about wanting to feel special and trusted. Didn't give a straight answer, unsurprisingly.

[requiemed]

I feel like you're going to judge me in ten seconds, but you're going to find out eventually, so...

[She pulls a smooth, flat black stone out of her pocket.]

I can't figure out what it is.

[selfimmolates]

... Did she give you that in return?

[requiemed]

Yeah. She said it was... kind of an inside joke? Whatever that means.