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[truth_is_cold]

[Private to Dylan | Audio]*

[Sent as soon as he returns, though he's not sure when Dylan will get it or what the range of the communicators is.]

I've returned. The Southern City didn't have many resources. The construction of the dome damaged its economy. I suspect most of the fishermen left are generational. The people there were notably friendlier to outsiders than the ones here, but of course their homes are at less risk from air raids from the domes.

[And sent a bit later.]

If you hear reports of fog, stay way until it's cleared. Or purchase the first gas mask you can manage.



[Private to Sma | Audio]

I want to speak with you. In person. [Where the conversation can't be recorded.]



*OOC: Slightly backdated to fog times.

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[truth_is_cold]

[He would be astounded to see that.] I could explain that too, but I'm sure you wouldn't want me to spoil the ending.

[But... now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's had a conversation like this with Dylan without Sarah coming up. He supposes that he has to ask. It would be better than saying something out of ignorance later.]

What happened to your fiancee?

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[hunt4commonwealth]

[His cheer vanishes at the mention of Sarah.]

Sarah's gone. [He doesn't really want to talk about it, but he knows that "gone" isn't much of an explanation.]

She survived the war, though. Got married, had kids. Just not with me.

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[truth_is_cold]

[He hmphs a little thoughtfully, contemplating some negative space between tree branches.]

I'll do my best to correct that. Duplicate or not. [He can still make that promise.

It's better than living here with Dylan hating him. He'd wish that he were more like a Nietzschean and capable of watching for this behavior and still care for someone just as much, but he'd not be Dylan then.]

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[hunt4commonwealth]

Then maybe some Dylan in that other reality will have a chance to have a different life. [He appreciates the sentiment and Gaheris' apparent desire to make amends, but it doesn't make Sarah any less lost to him.]

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[truth_is_cold]

[He picks up a small black rock- something almost the size of a go stone that he can turn between his fingers.] Let's reach a consensus then. A wise man once said that love was like the sun. Without its light, there would be no life. Which I believe is true, whether or not you're capable of explaining where that light comes from, or if you would rather just enjoy its warmth.

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[hunt4commonwealth]

[Dylan smiles albeit a bit sadly.]

I think I can agree to that.

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[truth_is_cold]

And if you believe in the concept, the same man said that friendship is one soul inhabiting two bodies.

Ours just happens to be stubborn [he'll admit to that], romantic, [he'll admit to that, too], and accepting challenges for what they are.

[See, he is a romantic.]

And attractive women.

[Sometimes.]