[ she's a little curious to know more about this inspector, but... maybe another time. she doesn't want to make him linger on it if he doesn't want to.
i'm not even going to try to figure out a way to justify her interacting with a shard. maybe bernkastel, as a cat, swished her tail and brushed one by mistake. don't ask me.
[ hrm, answering questions is very uncomfortable. usually - just like in that memory - she can say strange things and then just walk away from the consequences of it. but that's less of an option, here. ]
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[A frown.]
I should have seen it sooner.
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But it's still far from a sin.
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[He huffs.]
It isn't, I suppose. But...ah. 'Tis gloomy talk, my dear girl. No need to worry yourself with it.
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[ ... she's quiet for a little bit.
then: ]
How long ago was that?
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Was it actually Van Zieks?
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He was set up for the whole affair. He never had any part in the crime.
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[ ... but she knows better than to just be happy about it. i mean, even if you catch the real culprit afterwards, the person is still dead. ]
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[A long-suffering sigh.]
Regardless...yes! As I said! No darkness here, my dear girl. You shouldn't have to deal with such grave matters.
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But this place isn't very kind.
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i'm not even going to try to figure out a way to justify her interacting with a shard. maybe bernkastel, as a cat, swished her tail and brushed one by mistake. don't ask me.
rika talks to a friend about some kitties. ]
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[What....was that?]
[He opens his mouth. Closes his mouth. And looks over at her, questioningly.]
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My dear madam, I would ask of you to explain.
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... I was right. That world was doomed.
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..."That world"? It seemed peaceful, but...the things you were saying...
[IT SEEMED REAL BAD]
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[A chill runs down his spine.]
...How many times have you died, Miss Rika?
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I'm....I'm so sorry...I...h-how?
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You may think of it as time loops.
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Hm. As in...time wrapping around on itself which implies...ah, I see. Reliving the same time over and over, since...time simply wouldn't progress.
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