A strange, imposing figure glides into the Sorting room and glances around incuriously. When it speaks, its voice is deep and sonorous, its words accompanied by a strange babble of fainter, incomprehensible voices.
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The avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote. )
*opens the little door in her mind*
*stands and stares at Kosh*
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...Why?
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...Because?
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...Okay.
...Why are you here?
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I had a moment of perfect beauty once.
It turned out t'be a lie.
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How can you know?
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...
...Who are you?
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