audio; un: alucard

[reposing]

The scent of sunlight has faded, and I can only suspect what must be true. Like others, I have not been able to find Apollo. I thought it best to mention for the friends that he had made here.

And so brings my concern to light: do we have any theories on what happens to those we lose? I would like to think that they return home, but I find it unrealistic to hope for as much.

So, then what? I would hear your thoughts.

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[reposing]

You don't care about that either, then. Suppose I should have known.

[mirrortide]

[This is definitely getting out of hand here.]

What do you want from me? I already know I'm an awful person, and now you know it too. What's the big deal?

[reposing]

You're bothersome and selfish, but I have surprisingly encountered worse. Regardless, if you see no reason to attempt to adapt or change, perhaps it's best we no longer interact. It is irritating, and I have better things to do.

[mirrortide]

[To that, Lapis just. Pinches the bridge of her nose in her own irritation.]

Gems don't change. [She can't stop, and she won't stop. (She'll probably stop).] Whatever then.

[reposing]

What an incredibly inferior species then.

Good. Don't bother me again.