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[cloversong]

[A rather lovely woman in an even lovelier white dress appears to just be... sitting there on the ground. Her back is to the screen, head bowed and long curly black hair shifting slightly against her back. A broken object that appears to be a microphone rests beside her.]

Why...

[Her voice is quiet but audible. She lifts her hand to her chest.]

Comments

[daddyslilpyro]

The million dollar question has a two cent answer.

"Because you are".

[cloversong]

But how is what I don't understand.

[daddyslilpyro]

Gonna waste time on "how"? That's not a very good choice, to be honest.

[cloversong]

Is there really just... no explanation?

[daddyslilpyro]

If it existed, you'd have it already.

[cloversong]

How idealistic to believe that the answers will just present themselves the moment you ask.

[daddyslilpyro]

Well all it means is that we don't have it yet. Of course I'm not one to spend my time wondering why I'm alive. I'd rather use that time to live at all.

1/2

[cloversong]

To live...

[cloversong]

I suppose you're right.

[daddyslilpyro]

WELL, not to sound full of myself, but I USUALLY am.

[cloversong]

Oh? You're so modest. Not everyone can be right all the time, though.

[daddyslilpyro]

Hence the 'usually'.

[cloversong]

Fair enough. Who are you?

[daddyslilpyro]

Dr. Lucca Ashtear, Girl Genius Extraordinaire! At your service!

[cloversong]

I see! I'll make sure to ask for your help if I ever find myself in need of any.

[daddyslilpyro]

I do hope I'm first in your rolodex.