The letter I've received are a bit more straightforward, unfortunately.
[ he's got two pieces written out in his journal, which he'll turn to her.
Oh, and six is the magic number. Forty was too many. Less than six and it's a bad soup.
The others say the number six is going to be important, so keep that in mind, okay? And talk to everyone about what you get in your letters, but not in public! ]
For what it is worth, I've spoken with Pestilence, I suppose our goal is ... bad soup.
In Miss Asa's and Miss Ashlyn's letters, it mentioned rocks and to ask about runes. I was going to talk to one of the Overseers tomorrow, but if you're already spoken to Pestilence...
[ she frowns, as she looks over what was written to him. her feelings are conflicted. ]
We did want to ruin their soup, but I thought.... losing too many would make them summon more people to restart the ritual. So are you saying we need our numbers to—
Losing too many at once too will make us obvious in our intent.
[ he's frowning, but his emotion about this is fairly stable at least. neutral, if a little anxious. maybe even a little hopeful? a plan is a plan, after all. ]
Pestilence mentioned that we seem on track to achieve this. And I do trust them. I have to-- I think this plan is the only way forward at this point.
[ he puts a hand over his chest where the mark normally is. I say normally because instead of the blue-black that used to snake from his chest to his neck there is only the faded white scar-like remainder of the mark. ]
In a way, that makes sense. In dying and being sent to where the others are, where they are without the ties of the monster and the trappings of the ritual... it does make sense in that way.
[ she closes her eyes and tries to keep her grief at bay, in how every loss has affected her. she is not without hope. she is almost never without hope, but it does make her feel some kind of way.
she nods, and there is a sense of acceptance. ]
... I suppose it'd make me hypocritical to be too opposed to this plan, if that is how we must proceed.
[ she taps her chest where his hand is over his. ]
[ if he's feeling anything really strongly right now, it's guilt for making robin upset like this, but it relaxes a little with the acceptance. ]
Unfortunately, I think it is our only option now. For what it is worth, I am ... well, I will not claim I am not afraid. I am not so great a spirit as this. But I am prepared to go to the other side, if that is what is necessary.
[ as for the question. ]
Yes. I have removed the Orb. Convenient, in regards for, ah, my potential for explosiveness if stabbed in the wrong location.
[ she offers him a small smile, understanding and sad. ]
It is with heavy feelings that we must even think about this, but it wasn't an easy situation we found ourselves in from the start. It is admirable of you to be both afraid and prepared. For what's necessary, I am willing to go to the other side as well. It will not be the first time I had to seek death to see the truth of things.
[ her feelings lighten. ]
Congratulations, Mr. Gale. I like you less explosive.
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[ pulling it over to look, squinting at it a bit. ]
I see. Or rather, I'm not sure that I do. Perhaps in a scriptural sense? The type of language found in religious texts, yes?
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[ there is a sense of uncertainty. ]
None of the religious text I'm familiar with speaks in quite this kind of language.
[ her religion is about love and generosity and ending strife and sorrow and nothing to do with Be Not Afraid. ]
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The letter I've received are a bit more straightforward, unfortunately.
[ he's got two pieces written out in his journal, which he'll turn to her.
Oh, and six is the magic number. Forty was too many. Less than six and it's a bad soup.
The others say the number six is going to be important, so keep that in mind, okay? And talk to everyone about what you get in your letters, but not in public! ]
For what it is worth, I've spoken with Pestilence, I suppose our goal is ... bad soup.
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[ she frowns, as she looks over what was written to him. her feelings are conflicted. ]
We did want to ruin their soup, but I thought.... losing too many would make them summon more people to restart the ritual. So are you saying we need our numbers to—
[ she doesn't want to finish the thought. ]
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[ he's frowning, but his emotion about this is fairly stable at least. neutral, if a little anxious. maybe even a little hopeful? a plan is a plan, after all. ]
Pestilence mentioned that we seem on track to achieve this. And I do trust them. I have to-- I think this plan is the only way forward at this point.
[ he puts a hand over his chest where the mark normally is. I say normally because instead of the blue-black that used to snake from his chest to his neck there is only the faded white scar-like remainder of the mark. ]
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In a way, that makes sense. In dying and being sent to where the others are, where they are without the ties of the monster and the trappings of the ritual... it does make sense in that way.
[ she closes her eyes and tries to keep her grief at bay, in how every loss has affected her. she is not without hope. she is almost never without hope, but it does make her feel some kind of way.
she nods, and there is a sense of acceptance. ]
... I suppose it'd make me hypocritical to be too opposed to this plan, if that is how we must proceed.
[ she taps her chest where his hand is over his. ]
Is that a wish?
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Unfortunately, I think it is our only option now. For what it is worth, I am ... well, I will not claim I am not afraid. I am not so great a spirit as this. But I am prepared to go to the other side, if that is what is necessary.
[ as for the question. ]
Yes. I have removed the Orb. Convenient, in regards for, ah, my potential for explosiveness if stabbed in the wrong location.
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It is with heavy feelings that we must even think about this, but it wasn't an easy situation we found ourselves in from the start. It is admirable of you to be both afraid and prepared. For what's necessary, I am willing to go to the other side as well. It will not be the first time I had to seek death to see the truth of things.
[ her feelings lighten. ]
Congratulations, Mr. Gale. I like you less explosive.