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But that's just me. Not Jaskier and me. And it's a new medium.
It is. I'll be honest, I think this one is going to take more time to digest than the cult because the mindfuck is so distinctly different.
Did you get a sense of how he's coping? I've not checked in. Whatever terms you left him with, I....definitely got into a fight that involved some reckless lashing out.
It is. I'll be honest, I think this one is going to take more time to digest than the cult because the mindfuck is so distinctly different.
Did you get a sense of how he's coping? I've not checked in. Whatever terms you left him with, I....definitely got into a fight that involved some reckless lashing out.
[ There's time to talk about new creative ventures later. Her attention turns elsewhere, echoes of protectiveness for both the men from those eight hundred years rearing its head. ]
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต?
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต?
After I found out about the 800 years being a fiction, I went to go and try to prevent him from trying to make further modifications to himself in order to escape the reality of it. Words were exchanged and...I realized he hadn't been the friend I made for a long time. So I just left.
I'm not proud of it and I'm not sure how to go about apologizing so that it won't turn into a second round of the same fight. What he did back there....Hilda, I can't even articulate why it upset me so much, but it did.
I'm not proud of it and I'm not sure how to go about apologizing so that it won't turn into a second round of the same fight. What he did back there....Hilda, I can't even articulate why it upset me so much, but it did.
[he's typically not the most social of creatures but there's been a few connections from a false reality that he knows he needs to foster]
Got any ideas?
[ Meanwhile she's a Very social creature - but their false reality has left her feeling a little confused to say the least about who she should be reaching out to and who she shouldn't.
To say she's surprised by this is an understatement. ]
๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ค ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด?
To say she's surprised by this is an understatement. ]
๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ค ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด?
๐๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด? ๐๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ?
๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ'๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ.
๐๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ? ๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต?
๐๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ? ๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต?
[whereas he has zero problem and does actively remember her from Before and from During
which is the only reason he considers Caution]
which is the only reason he considers Caution]
Oh I'd say any and all but that opens far too many cans of worms from you.
Enchantments.
[ He has said before, he's glad Viktor has her for a friend. ]
We talked briefly. We'll talk again next month.
[ He doesn't want to admit much more. This might be where he teases Hilda about still being madly in love with her, as is their usual game, but this time he doesn't. ]
What about you and your men?
We talked briefly. We'll talk again next month.
[ He doesn't want to admit much more. This might be where he teases Hilda about still being madly in love with her, as is their usual game, but this time he doesn't. ]
What about you and your men?
The first part. Not even the losing the memories, it was walling himself off so much, refusing to be anything but his work. Forgetting that there's more to life than work. Then shrugging off every time I tried to approach him about it.
I know I have overly strong feelings about one's humanity, and that Viktor's need to alleviate his own pain is valid but...the balance went so far off, it felt like?
I know I have overly strong feelings about one's humanity, and that Viktor's need to alleviate his own pain is valid but...the balance went so far off, it felt like?
[ Do "caution" and Lucifer even belong in the same sentence? This man tried to feed her to creatures in the middle of the woods. ]
๐๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ - ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ? ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต.
[ He'll also remember she's easily riled. ]
...๐๐ฐ. ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ-๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ.
๐๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ - ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ? ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต.
[ He'll also remember she's easily riled. ]
...๐๐ฐ. ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ-๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ.
[ She can't help but laugh at how he frames the question about her relationship with Claude and Sylvain. ]
๐๐ฆ'๐ณ๐ฆ...๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ? ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ? ๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต.
[ Realizing how unreassuring that is she's quick to explain herself. ]
๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ'๐ณ๐ฆ...๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ? ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ? ๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต.
[ Realizing how unreassuring that is she's quick to explain herself. ]
๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
[ He... feels for her in that. ]
Eight hundred years is a long time to spend with anyone, I think.
But I know what you mean about not wanting to assume anything about what happens now, after all of that. It's hard, not knowing. Do you think one of them will bring it up to talk about, or will it have to be you?
Eight hundred years is a long time to spend with anyone, I think.
But I know what you mean about not wanting to assume anything about what happens now, after all of that. It's hard, not knowing. Do you think one of them will bring it up to talk about, or will it have to be you?
[ There's a beat of silence from her but after a moment she replies. ]
๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด. ๐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ณ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต.
[ And she knows that he might view that as pity but it isn't that. Viktor's friendship means so much to her; the thought of abandoning him - anyone, that she cares for so fiercely - simply isn't an option. ]
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด. ๐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ณ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต.
[ And she knows that he might view that as pity but it isn't that. Viktor's friendship means so much to her; the thought of abandoning him - anyone, that she cares for so fiercely - simply isn't an option. ]
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.
You're not wrong that it'd be worse without someone to keep an eye on him - I think that's why I tried to do something similar.
I'm worried about the immediate future as well. I already suspect he's going to just throw himself into work to avoid dealing with any of the fall out.
I'm worried about the immediate future as well. I already suspect he's going to just throw himself into work to avoid dealing with any of the fall out.
๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค - ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ. ๐๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต.
๐'๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐'๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
[ To say the return had been turbulent in some ways - that'd be an understatement. It'd taken Claude some time to process... well, not all of it, as has become apparent the longer he's been lost in his thoughts piecing it together as things had returned to some measure of stability for as much as they could. And more than that: this isn't something he should work on doing by himself. The past has taught him that much. For all the mistakes he's made, both actually lived and in those years which felt all too real as if they were ones made here, there are many he doesn't wish to repeat ever again.
But: the years in which they've known each other and all that time spent circling around truths with himself no exception as the mastermind of setting so many of them in motion, it won't be as simple as that.
It's a matter of waiting for the right moment, even as the more time which ticks by it feels more and more urgent. The sort of thing which starts to keep him awake at nights - nights just like this one with Hilda tucked against him with her back to his chest and an arm draped around her waist and where there's no reason he shouldn't be asleep. Not even with his habit of being awake at odd hours or even with the first warm nights creeping into Cadens; Claude's slept plenty on any night just like this. Then again, so has Hilda - and asleep she certainly isn't either.
He could pretend to not notice. That'd be a disservice to them both and he knows it as he leans down to press one slow kiss after another along the line of her shoulder trailing towards her neck with the words in between murmured against her skin. ]
You're managing to think even louder than I am right now.
But: the years in which they've known each other and all that time spent circling around truths with himself no exception as the mastermind of setting so many of them in motion, it won't be as simple as that.
It's a matter of waiting for the right moment, even as the more time which ticks by it feels more and more urgent. The sort of thing which starts to keep him awake at nights - nights just like this one with Hilda tucked against him with her back to his chest and an arm draped around her waist and where there's no reason he shouldn't be asleep. Not even with his habit of being awake at odd hours or even with the first warm nights creeping into Cadens; Claude's slept plenty on any night just like this. Then again, so has Hilda - and asleep she certainly isn't either.
He could pretend to not notice. That'd be a disservice to them both and he knows it as he leans down to press one slow kiss after another along the line of her shoulder trailing towards her neck with the words in between murmured against her skin. ]
You're managing to think even louder than I am right now.
[ Hilda had never changed or faltered when it came to her coping mechanisms. Whether it was dealing with the unpleasant truths during the war or with everything that had happened during her two years in Abraxas, the method was the same. She simply distracted herself until she was convinced that everything was fine. Pretending until she either processed what she was avoiding or came to terms with it by not coming to terms with it at all had always served her well and would continue to until it didn't.
And while most of what had happened to them was easy to dismiss as an uncomfortable dream, there are things that she can't just paint over. Or rather, she could, but that might put her in a position where she's taking several steps back from any progress real or made up that she might have made since arriving here. It's those things that have kept her up every night since their return including this one.
Hilda can tell he isn't asleep. She can tell by the way he breathes, in the way he shifts every so often behind her. If she does think that what they went through is preoccupying his thoughts, she doesn't address it. There should be no hesitation when it comes to asking him anything but what they had gone through specifically - eight hundred years of (mostly) being together in a bond (โrelationshipโ sounds too serious, too real) with Sylvain and the feelings that came with it - feels like an imposing topic that she can't bring herself to breech.
It was a dream. None of it had been real. That's the story she's been repeating to herself so that she doesn't become consumed by every negative emotion she had freely allowed to grow and manifest in the form of her true god form or fly away with delusions that probably aren't true. Claude's kisses against her warm skin confirm her suspicions that he hadn't been asleep, effectively stirring her from her thoughts.
She lets out a quiet laugh as her fingers thread through his where they rest on her stomach. ]
I don't think that's possible. But if youโre that confident, you should be able to tell me what I'm thinking.
And while most of what had happened to them was easy to dismiss as an uncomfortable dream, there are things that she can't just paint over. Or rather, she could, but that might put her in a position where she's taking several steps back from any progress real or made up that she might have made since arriving here. It's those things that have kept her up every night since their return including this one.
Hilda can tell he isn't asleep. She can tell by the way he breathes, in the way he shifts every so often behind her. If she does think that what they went through is preoccupying his thoughts, she doesn't address it. There should be no hesitation when it comes to asking him anything but what they had gone through specifically - eight hundred years of (mostly) being together in a bond (โrelationshipโ sounds too serious, too real) with Sylvain and the feelings that came with it - feels like an imposing topic that she can't bring herself to breech.
It was a dream. None of it had been real. That's the story she's been repeating to herself so that she doesn't become consumed by every negative emotion she had freely allowed to grow and manifest in the form of her true god form or fly away with delusions that probably aren't true. Claude's kisses against her warm skin confirm her suspicions that he hadn't been asleep, effectively stirring her from her thoughts.
She lets out a quiet laugh as her fingers thread through his where they rest on her stomach. ]
I don't think that's possible. But if youโre that confident, you should be able to tell me what I'm thinking.
Edited (don't look at the time stamp for the edit ) 2024-06-08 08:18 (UTC)
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ.
[ Considering they've seen it happen once before this. Twice if you count what happened in the dream. ]
๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต.
[ Considering they've seen it happen once before this. Twice if you count what happened in the dream. ]
๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต.
Not that I'd ever say this to his face, but I think at least a portion of this now is his refusing to engage with his feelings about Jayce's departure.
[...............oh. so that's why he's making the dad comparisons. Shit.]
He won't. I need to talk to him about work things, so I will try to apologize without things veering into a fight then.
But I'm still worried. I don't know what else we do besides keep an eye on him.
[...............oh. so that's why he's making the dad comparisons. Shit.]
He won't. I need to talk to him about work things, so I will try to apologize without things veering into a fight then.
But I'm still worried. I don't know what else we do besides keep an eye on him.
[ Familiar fingers linked through his get his own to part to be able to curl them around hers to tangle them that much further. The same goes for adjusting the ankle he has hooked through hers while a chuckle's muffled against her shoulder. ]
It's not? Maybe we're competing each other to see who can think louder then and you happen to be winning right now.
[ Something equally familiar would be joking about what's supposedly occupying them both to vault right into teasing. Like the diet they might need to put their collection of animals on after a helpful neighbor fed all of them rather generously in their absence, or whether they should really start lizard racing, or if when Nocwich opens if they could try the old arm wrestling scheme again. All things which he knows aren't on her mind and aren't really on his either but would lighten things momentarily.
Even Claude of all people finds no appeal in doing so. When he finishes that meandering path of kisses, he rests the side of his face against her shoulder with a small sigh to look out at the room around them without really seeing it. ]
Honestly, I don't even know where to start if what's on your mind is anything like what's on mine. 'Anything and everything' probably summarizes it enough when it feels like I can't settle on any one thing in particular.
[ Which - sounds a bit like any given day when his thoughts won't settle, as Hilda might be quick to point out. After a pause when there's a leathery rustle of wings from wherever Khurshid's settled himself for tonight on his rotation through rooms since their return, he finds a better answer than leaving it at just that. ]
Maybe this isn't what you're thinking about right now, but what I am is that even though there's much about all those centuries I hope doesn't happen, and that if we have to be here that long, I'm glad we were together. You and me, and all three of us, too.
It's not? Maybe we're competing each other to see who can think louder then and you happen to be winning right now.
[ Something equally familiar would be joking about what's supposedly occupying them both to vault right into teasing. Like the diet they might need to put their collection of animals on after a helpful neighbor fed all of them rather generously in their absence, or whether they should really start lizard racing, or if when Nocwich opens if they could try the old arm wrestling scheme again. All things which he knows aren't on her mind and aren't really on his either but would lighten things momentarily.
Even Claude of all people finds no appeal in doing so. When he finishes that meandering path of kisses, he rests the side of his face against her shoulder with a small sigh to look out at the room around them without really seeing it. ]
Honestly, I don't even know where to start if what's on your mind is anything like what's on mine. 'Anything and everything' probably summarizes it enough when it feels like I can't settle on any one thing in particular.
[ Which - sounds a bit like any given day when his thoughts won't settle, as Hilda might be quick to point out. After a pause when there's a leathery rustle of wings from wherever Khurshid's settled himself for tonight on his rotation through rooms since their return, he finds a better answer than leaving it at just that. ]
Maybe this isn't what you're thinking about right now, but what I am is that even though there's much about all those centuries I hope doesn't happen, and that if we have to be here that long, I'm glad we were together. You and me, and all three of us, too.
[ When he frames their loud thoughts and lack of sleep as some sort of silly competition she lets out an amused hum - but even he'd be able to tell that it's lacking in any real mirth thanks to the thoughts weighing it down. There's always the possibility that Claude's mind isn't laden with what plagues her. If that were the case, it would almost make it easier for her to decide her next course of action even if it would result in taking several steps backwards. Unfortunately most, if not all of the Summoned seem caught in the same cycle of trying to make sense of how they feel about what happened. Soon enough her silly hope that they aren't thinking along the same lines are dashed.
He's right to assume that she'd offer back a silly quip or something of a similar nature. But like the way her amused sound is a little more hollow than usual so too is the desire to tease him.ย
Hearing him admit that he's glad of her presence there for most of their eight hundred years together dispels the nerves that she denied having. So much of her worried that just because he hadn't been sick of her in some imaginary future didn't mean that it would translate accordingly outside of it. In fact, it might do the opposite which is exactly what she feared. She lets out a quiet breath that he'd be able to feel with their hands intertwined against her stomach. ]ย
I guess I was thinking pretty loudly. [ After a moment she shifts, turning around to face him. One arm snakes around his waist to pull him close, legs tangling once more with his. ] I'm glad that we were together too. I don't know what it says that we could all tolerate each other for that long [ Or rather, most of it. ] but it's reassuring in some ways.ย
[ If only that had been all she had worried about though. ]ย
He's right to assume that she'd offer back a silly quip or something of a similar nature. But like the way her amused sound is a little more hollow than usual so too is the desire to tease him.ย
Hearing him admit that he's glad of her presence there for most of their eight hundred years together dispels the nerves that she denied having. So much of her worried that just because he hadn't been sick of her in some imaginary future didn't mean that it would translate accordingly outside of it. In fact, it might do the opposite which is exactly what she feared. She lets out a quiet breath that he'd be able to feel with their hands intertwined against her stomach. ]ย
I guess I was thinking pretty loudly. [ After a moment she shifts, turning around to face him. One arm snakes around his waist to pull him close, legs tangling once more with his. ] I'm glad that we were together too. I don't know what it says that we could all tolerate each other for that long [ Or rather, most of it. ] but it's reassuring in some ways.ย
[ If only that had been all she had worried about though. ]ย
Maybe the nine hundredth year would've been the one to really do us all in.
[ There's a lack of humor behind those words considering that joke falls flat for so many reasons. That Hilda moves to turn over is a good distraction; it gives him time to contemplate her answer, to peer beneath it for what isn't being said even if it's agreement being offered. Agreement that's a relief to him when it settles something he hadn't known he was looking to hear as she entwines the two of them together again. Claude slides an arm beneath her pillow to cradle her head and let that hand rest against her shoulder in one more way to keep them folded together as his other arm returns to her waist.
It's after some careful consideration of her expression, taking in each and every detail of that so cherished face he'd memorized so long ago while absently running some loose strands of pink hair through his fingertips in another familiar pattern on their late nights before - in every before and after, Claude thinks, like all of those lives were meant to lead here - and finds what to ask first. ]
What's on your mind?
[ My love, he would've added once in those times which had both happened and were mere imagination though they've not been uttered in the present before. But the sentiment - that part has never changed, never wavered. Not now, not before when they'd rent each other's hearts over a misunderstanding or in the possible future where it'd happened again at his hands. Two words meant to fall into place at the end of that question and so much so Claude nearly adds them anyway before catching himself with only the smallest breath to hint the space where they belonged.
He doesn't add them even if they continue to sit behind his teeth. The question is left as it is with ten thousand answers he could supply if it was asked to him, but he waits to hear what Hilda will tell him in her own time. ]
[ There's a lack of humor behind those words considering that joke falls flat for so many reasons. That Hilda moves to turn over is a good distraction; it gives him time to contemplate her answer, to peer beneath it for what isn't being said even if it's agreement being offered. Agreement that's a relief to him when it settles something he hadn't known he was looking to hear as she entwines the two of them together again. Claude slides an arm beneath her pillow to cradle her head and let that hand rest against her shoulder in one more way to keep them folded together as his other arm returns to her waist.
It's after some careful consideration of her expression, taking in each and every detail of that so cherished face he'd memorized so long ago while absently running some loose strands of pink hair through his fingertips in another familiar pattern on their late nights before - in every before and after, Claude thinks, like all of those lives were meant to lead here - and finds what to ask first. ]
What's on your mind?
[ My love, he would've added once in those times which had both happened and were mere imagination though they've not been uttered in the present before. But the sentiment - that part has never changed, never wavered. Not now, not before when they'd rent each other's hearts over a misunderstanding or in the possible future where it'd happened again at his hands. Two words meant to fall into place at the end of that question and so much so Claude nearly adds them anyway before catching himself with only the smallest breath to hint the space where they belonged.
He doesn't add them even if they continue to sit behind his teeth. The question is left as it is with ten thousand answers he could supply if it was asked to him, but he waits to hear what Hilda will tell him in her own time. ]
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด. ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ง ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด...
๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด. ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ง ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด...
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