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[corrinesbell]

[Thursday morning, Sheena gets up.

It doesn't take long to make the decision to go to the tea shop, carrying the journal in her right hand, even though it's sort of early. But early is the point, isn't it? It's a pretty dark morning, with low and heavy gray clouds. Maybe it's going to rain.

Minutes after she arrives at the tea shop, there will be a

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[phantasmgap]

Reality is what the mind makes of it.

If you believe it to be real, it is. The human mind is such that they cannot disbelieve what they see, however, save through blatant delusion.

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[corrinesbell]

What you see can be wrong.

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[phantasmgap]

And yet part of you wants to believe it because your eyes are not supposed to betray you.

[She has an inkling of what is troubling this girl, so after a few minutes, she adds..]

Is the soul less real than the body because it cannot be seen?

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[corrinesbell]

[Sheena's lifestyle has taught her that eyes can betray you all the time.]

No.

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[phantasmgap]

Is it something static, something that cannot reach over infinite distance?

[Maybe you can see where she's leading this.]

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[corrinesbell]

Why don't you just tell me what you wanna say?

[Not in the mood today, Yukari. Sorry.]

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[phantasmgap]

People only leave if you feel they are gone.

Even if they are physically absent, every soul touches one another and forms a bond that no distance can break, barrier and Malnosso be damned.

[She hasn't lost anybody she cares about yet, but... she knows it's coming. Sooner or later.]

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[corrinesbell]

Maybe I feel like that then.

[in the stiffest and darkest ink. She doesn't want to be comforted or reassured, not yet.]

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[phantasmgap]

[It takes a moment for her to process the forcefulness of the writing, why it suddenly went more.. rigid.]

I see.

[Damn it. Why does she want to help this girl? She's usually not THIS compassionate towards humans.]

Rather unfair, then, those who cause this to happen.

[Not that she expects a reply.]

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[corrinesbell]

[It's not something Sheena feels like trying to explain, particularly to a near-stranger. It's a while before she gives any kind of answer at all. Unlike the last one, this one looks like she barely touched the pen to the page at all.]

It's never been fair anyway.

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[phantasmgap]

I'm sorry.

[The almost mechanical precision in the letters makes the statement seem less sincere, more forced... but perhaps that's just reading too much into things.]

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[corrinesbell]

[There is no written equivalent to a shrug.]

You're just trying to help.