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[fried]

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[trifocal]

[ mood. ]

... How are you faring?

[fried]

... I'm tired.

[ but he glances up at her, with a flat little smile. ]

Just like anybody. I'll survive. How are you?

[trifocal]

[ she gives a smile in turn. there is a little weight to it. ]

Much the same, I imagine. There was much to process today.

[fried]

Too much, even.

[ ... ]

But the hope is that we don't have to repeat what happened with Claude.

[trifocal]

If our understanding of that hint is correct, then there should be no worry of that, correct?

[fried]

Correct. If we understood the hint correctly.

[ he's. paranoid. ]

[trifocal]

I... thought that we must have...

After all, what else could it mean?

[fried]

I don't know.

Lucas told me he doesn't know what happened to Yves. I can only hope that this means he forgot it entirely, not that he didn't do it.

[trifocal]

... Ah.

He said the same to me. I... do not know what to think of it.

[fried]

Well. I suppose we'll find out with the next batch of letters from the lost.

[trifocal]

That is true...

[ man... ]

I truly hope that no one else needs be sacrificed after tomorrow. There has already been far too much loss.

[fried]

There has been.

[ he says this next bit calmly and evenly, but she can probably tell he struggles with it. ]

It... they aren't far. The lost.

[trifocal]

[ looks at him with concern. she's able to add, in a steady voice, ]

Yes. They are still in Heaven.

We have found a number of ways to reach out to them... to cross that divide in small ways. And we shall find more.

[fried]

[ he pulls out some of his fur in his tail, with that same easy smile on his face. ]

Yes, of course. We are moving ever closer to meeting with them again.