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Gray would have knocked it onto me at some point.

[Cats were always gonna be cats, Pal. Learn the local wildlife.

Even if cats barely counted as wildlife.]

I'm doing better than I was. I wasn't expecting everything that happened when we spoke last, or to be affected so hard.

Thanks for helping.

How are you? You don't seem like someone to make small talk for no reason.

I've never had a cat.

Don't worry about it; it's good you're feeling better. And didn't I say? I'm checking up on you. Can I not do that?

I've been fine, though. Doing my level best to be busy more often than not.

[/ presses x to doubt.]

Sorry.

It's been a very long time since someone has checked on me without an ulterior motive. It's part of the burden I took on to even keep my head and my ability to do any work.

[boy. that's pathological.]

Alright. If it helps, you can pretend my ulterior motive is feeling relieved you're doing better.

[It may be, but he appreciated not being strung in the air upside down for interrogation by a maniacal 8 year old who was way too curious about his virginity again.]

Very well then.

I'm doing significantly better. There's no chrome, except for the sword that is currently a project of mine. A gift, for the Dread Pirate Amaranth to go along with the cards we made.

Sorry, did you make a sword? Don't tell me you can make a sword but not a card. I'll be obligated to have a good laugh about that.

Is it a nice sword?

I purchased the sword, and it's quite nice.

I'm trying to enchant it. Word is that Vileblood is excellent for enchanting weapons, and a seafaring warrior deserves something to put her closer to the level of the gods.

I don't disagree, but. You're bleeding on a sword? In your house?

Would you rather I did it at the beach, or in the woods? The leylines here are horrible for my uses, but I'm rigging my apartment to at least work for what I need.

You don't need me to explain why blood polluting your house is still a bad idea. Do you have incense? Do I need to bring you incense?

Who are you, my mom?

I've got incense lit all around my apartment. Unless you have a better workshop, this is all I have right now.

If you're going to act like a child and force my hand, maybe.
(This is a joke.)

There are plenty of empty buildings you can claim. I'm already sharing a space; it's not mine to offer freely.

Thought that might be the case.

When we are under a little bit less Permanent Darkness, I'll do a better search around town. Honestly, I've been being careful about wandering too far from Cellar Door because of those butterflies. They're running amok and I can only do so much to avoid them.

Look down while you're out and about? I've been managing. I even have a few jars of those glowing orbs they drop to show for my efforts.

Then again, something always feels like it's watching in Gaze; I'm used to navigating with extra care.

I've collected a few jars myself, which have been a big help.

...Speaking frankly, I'm nervous. It's been a long time since I've been this untethered. Even when I thought I was acting alone, I've had help.

That's fair. You know I'm obligated to tell you that there are people willing to help aplenty around here, of course. Most of them are even decent. This is an inescapable saccharine truth.

So I keep hearing.

That will take some time to get used to. Mages aren't exactly well known for their benevolence where I'm from, and political games that put lives on the line aren't uncommon.

We're squids now.

But seriously: our lives are already on the line, without the addition of petty squabbling and infighting amongst ourselves. Collectively, I think we can all eventually get over ourselves.

[hhhhimself included, no one perceive his grudge against god, that's different.]

[On instinct, Waver double checked their conversation to ensure it was private.]

We can, but old habits are hard to beat. Gray, my Omen, resembles a cat that was run over to put a curse on me by an enemy. Having the title of Lord put a target on my head for many reasons, even if I am just a Faker in the role.

Point is: even having pets is dangerous in the society I know.

But, you seem familiar enough with a similar kind of life... aren't you?

Not really. I'm Sixth; we keep to ourselves, more or less. I'm not being flippant, I never left my Library until fairly recently, and only the one time.

But half of everyone else is an asshole, depending on where you look, sure.

...I'm not even inclined to hiking and I feel like we need to arrange a field trip.

Much of my youth and my twenties were spent in libraries, but I've still travelled across the world and demolished more than my share of tombs.

God no. I can't hike.

"Tomb-destroyer" is a much more intimidating title than Lord, if you ask me.

[particularly if you are a necromancer and there's a whole thing about some tomb somewhere? geez.]

'Lord' is a title I bear unwillingly, one that's almost too heavy for my shoulders but I am obligated to carry nonetheless.

'Tomb-destroyer' just... hurts.

I destroyed it out of necessity, or else artifacts belonging to my King would be used for purposes that stood against everything he believed in.

You told me about that, before. I didn't say it was a good title.

Thank you.

In only a few years, the true heir will come into legal majority and will be able to take it from my shoulders. Until then, I'm a dog to the family's will.

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