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[erbier]

Shame on us; doomed from the start.

May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts.

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[erbier]

If you must.

[ What else do you say to that? She smooths out her skirt, still a little flustered. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

If you could graduate tomorrow, would you go back to being dead?

[erbier]

[ She contemplates this somberly. There was a point when her answer would have been instantaneous. Despite her hesitance, the answer itself has not yet changed: ]

Yes. I belong with Lord Dreus, just as I promised.

[atowncalledtreffy]

You sound like you were in love with him.

[erbier]

That's quite enough.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sorry.

[erbier]

[ Tsk. ]

I am sorry that your rest has been disturbed.

[ While flustered and a little agitated, she didn't entirely miss that part. She fusses at her dress again before going to collect that pile of books. Gathering them up is adequately distracting in the moment ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor nods, and goes to get the door for Ilde. Best to let her go on her way after he's probably offended her]

Thanks.

When you finish, let me know? Would like to talk about them. Get your perspective on it.

[erbier]

Very well.

[ She will forgive such a small slight... in a couple days... ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives a tight smile and holds the door for her exit]