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[ 003 ] [ Audio / Commentlog ] [ Kirovian --> Translated Text ]

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

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[Everything is back. All of the proper names are matched with the proper people and all the missing pieces are filled in. That doesn't mean this is easy. He remembers Bryn's reaction after all. So he thought it would be better to reply in audio.]

Hello, Vie.

[Her blood runs cold.]

Nick..?

[She saw him die. How is this even possible.]

Yes.

I am sorry.

For what? You were--

[Hello there emotional brain-break.]

How are you here? It was a fight to the death, was it not?

[Not that she wanted him dead, in fact she's pretty damn happy he's not, but right now things don't really make sense.]

If I have worried you, mon ami.

[Nick shakes his head, even though she can't see him.]

I do not know. I woke up in my bed with no memories.

[Small pause. Mood deflate.]

I was worried, yes.

[Admitting it hurts. Vie doesn't want friends.]

That... makes no sense. Are you alright otherwise? What of your injuries?

I am fine. It was as if I had never...[You know.]

A restart then. Like a second chance, maybe?

[It sounds silly but she can't think of any other way to put it.]

Could I ask what led to the trial? What happened before?

[Talk about a delay in response. It's a full ten minutes before Nick replies and when he does, it's text.]

It is not important.

[Well ouch, but she can tell she's hit a nerve.]

I understand.

[There's a short pause and then...]

Forgive my intrusion.

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