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trustfell2017-10-21 07:19 pm
matchbreaker) wrote in trustfell2017-10-21 07:19 pm
I dreamed of a world so far from here that's not on the map
To my Fellows,
What is "good" and what is "evil" is something that can be debated for longer than most of you will ever live, as is the nature of men. These debates are without meaning in my eyes. Despite that man's belief, men are not born to be good or evil, and what flaws they have in personality or character are things that can be overcome through their choices. Both for better and, as we've seen, for worse.
Life is not without suffering, but I should hope that every one of you is loved by someone. Loves someone. Many of you probably know that some of those loved ones are entering into an experience similar to our own. The terror of that is an undeniable sword which hangs above our heads.
Do not isolate yourselves, and hold onto what belief will best inspire you. And if you wish to join us for another one of these gatherings, meet us in the dining hall at 8PM.
Sincerely yours,
Elda Marker
PS: Those who can taste will once more provide food.
[ Well that sure is a lot of words which is being put under your doors, put on the fridge, and generally distributed around. It... uh, sure is a letter? It's in the same impossibly perfect cursive as last week, and is written with an almost angry bravado. Because even if she was vindicated at the end there, she was vindicated by a (by his own admission) evil priest. So. That feels bad.
Anyway, with some effort, the dining hall (which now has a lot of candles at Cabanela's little shrine, even with adding the two more here) is filled with food: Susan's got the booze as usual but also a big pot of mac and cheese. Adelina's done her noble best with some finger sandwiches. Yuri's brought some sweets that Estelle might've made. As for Elda, well, she still basically can't cook, so what she provides instead is:
A few board games including a Settlers of Catan, Sorry, and Candyland knock off. I guess we're playing games. Or at least she's suggesting it, who knew? ]
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...Thank you, Luca-san. [She says that sincerely.] And...I apologize, for allowing myself to sink that far in the first place. It was quite unbecoming.
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We all have our moments. I suppose it's good we have others to pull us back up when we sink down, hmm?
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[Sayaka grins a bit.]
I'm...glad you're here, Luca-san. You're really great to talk to, in times like these.
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[He's being honest too. It's not one of those hollow platitudes like he always gave out at the university when asked to do some inane task. He actually wants to help.
Funny, how a few weeks in closed quarters with people will do that.]
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...I made a promise, you know? That I wouldn't succumb to something like this. I...guess I'm just glad that I'm able to keep it, after all of this. I think he'd be happier with it.
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Even if you stumbled at first, you have kept to that promise now.
So, ah, did you want to come out of your hiding spot?
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[Let her just get up and adjust the stuff over so she can walk through, just...kind of smiling a bit, even if her eyes look red from crying.]
Sorry. About that, I mean, Luca-san.
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[PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOU SAYAKA, GOD.]
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...In hindsight, this is probably why she's so gungho about the relationships she does have, and putting names to them.]
I know, I know...I'll be better about that, okay? Promise.
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[Damn kids, growing on him and making him care about all of you.]