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[gotyourwallet]

[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.]

Comments

[Audio + translated text]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

No. I don't.

Why are you so eager to reject what I say?

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

ii'm not really, ii ju2t fiind iit odd that you'd care about 2omeone you've never even met.

[Audio + translated text]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Not so much a care of you as an individual. You're right. We don't know one another.

But a life is a life, and that is something I care about.

[She's lost too many friends to waste what time she has left.]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

*He still doesn't really get it, but whatever.*

alriight.

[Audio + translated text]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't bother her too much that he doesn't get it. Explaining how she feels isn't something she's good at, more so when it's something complex like this.]

Don't waste the time you have, is what I'm trying to say.

[She thinks.]

Or something of the sort.

[Vie's just gonna stop talking now. This conversation has stirred up a whole bunch of memories forced aside. Thought overcomes her.]