𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 — 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊.

[sacral]

EVEN WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

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[sacral]

They're stable. [ A better expectation, magic pulsed low. ] Where do you want them drawn?

[hallowedly]

My resting quarters. Is that workable?

[sacral]

Yes, it is. Though the tools for efficacy are hard to come by.

[hallowedly]

Oh? Make do.

[sacral]

They'll be sustained.

[hallowedly]

I'm grateful.

[sacral]

Is that all?

[hallowedly]

Is it not enough?

[sacral]

No, don't mistake it.

[ The Murmur weighs heavy; it almost seems too much. ]

[hallowedly]

( ...ah. He wants to be of service. A beautiful, trusting, tender soul, the kind Seishirou might hold in his hand — )

My boots want licked. How about it?

( And crush, out of habit. )

[sacral]

I decline.

[ Respectfully. ]

[hallowedly]

Then, I'm afraid that really is all.

[sacral]

If that's so, I'll prepare the wards.

[hallowedly]

And I'll leave Fushiguro Megumi to his wonderful day.