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[absinthe_eyed]

[It's impossible to tell over the network, but Justin is moderately intoxicated and in an unusually good mood. He's also camped out in the snowy gardens in the dead of night, which is almost as unusual as his mood. None of this, of course, is revealed in the text entry.]

Growth, and then they send snow. The deities appreciate irony. If it's

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Everything is transient.

Do you believe beautiful things turn into other beautiful things? They never... never decay in the transition?

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Carpe diem. Neil says that.

And when the tree is dead...?

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Optimistic. Life-affirming. Does that help you cope with work? With constant reminders of death?

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Sorry.

I wouldn't have guessed you were depressed. You hide it well.

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Then you've kept your breakdowns quiet.

You could leave your work. Your art is--it's... you're talented. You don't need to rely on forensics.

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You seem fine at work, too.

Understood.

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It's bothersome. Convenient, considering how often people die here, but it makes certain kinds of work difficult to perform (if simpler to stomach).

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[Now he feels guilty. Perhaps that guilt is, in spite of his attempts to hide it (impaired by alcohol as they are), audible.]

What's the worst you've seen?