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[little_low]

She enters shyly, eyes tired and childlike, too skinny by far, hair mussed, clothing surprisingly exotic-- the only thing that looks "on" about her. She regards her surroundings curiously.

I am Uriel.

She hesitates.

I do not want to talk to any of you.

Typist: More angelspawn-- Meph/Gabsspawn, specifically-- and this one's Fallen and

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[whichsideamion]

*doesn't immediately approach, going quiet and solemn for once -- hanging back almost shyly, studying her with serious eyes*

[little_low]

*looks back, just as solemnly*

[whichsideamion]

*after a pause, nods to her* *quietly* Tashi Delay.

[little_low]

Hardly.

[whichsideamion]

Better than nothing.

[little_low]

It is almost nothing.

[whichsideamion]

Almost isn't the same as being so.

[little_low]

*switches topics* Our fathers?

[whichsideamion]

*quietly* What about them?

[little_low]

Still-- *slight gesture meaning "in the same vein as before"*?

Typist: ...Whatever that vein may be.

[whichsideamion]

*glances down, not answering* They miss you.

[little_low]

*scoffs slightly* Fine.

[whichsideamion]

You don't need to do anything about it.

[little_low]

I don't plan to.

[whichsideamion]

I didn't think you would.

[little_low]

They hardly need me.