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How quiet it's suddenly become.

This village really is the same as it's always been. [ The light crunch crunch crunch of new snow accompanies his voice, as does the occasional snap of a brittle twig underfoot. ] I'm not particularly surprised.

To alter little, to go nowhere, it's particularly--[ But he stops there, as if that line of thought was

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[ the entry... what he says-- chills her. dreams of home.... of "someone." this bodes ill. even just his voice rides hard on her nerves, sending a crackling, restless electricity through her limbs, compelling her to move ... though she stays still.

she sees the filter, too. she will spend a long time hacking it. 95% is only a few percentage points higher than what she can hack easily -- but still, it takes time.

and when she gets there--

when she sees it, hears it--

the electricity doubles, triples, and she's up, abandoning her journal to pace restlessly about her room, in parts spitting angry, extremely nervous, and unhappy.

but she will do nothing until she hears word from Sanji personally, or one of the Straw Hats makes an announcement. she doesn't want Saix to know she knows this.

dammit. ]

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[ ... it's some time later, with a feeling of foreboding, that she comes back to this.

she has to know. ]

... someone?

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[ ...ah.

Back, are you? And as faceless as ever. Though there's a strange tone to the voice...one that hadn't been there before. ] Someone I don't clearly recall.

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[ only for you, Saix, was she ever really faceless. ]

In your dreams... I know what that's like. [ neutral, so neutral. ]

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Do you?

[ This may not be the best time for such a conversation, but. ] Perhaps you can offer me some advice, in that case.

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[poppetry]

... it's a little hard to describe. Having someone show up in your memories you know, but don't know, at the same time...

[ what she'd say to any other person... well. Xion went after the truth. Kept searching, doggedly, until she found out who it was in her dreams. The boy and girl... and the constant sound of the ocean.

but telling Saix to go after the truth would be damaging to her in the most literal sense possible. ]

I don't know if I can really offer any advice... it just... took time.

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Time.

[ That again. Which he has more than enough of.

The dead have nothing if not time. ] Did the dreams change? Or did they simply remain the same, always just out of reach?

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[ ... slowly ]

They changed... but they were always like that. Just out of reach, I mean. Like something I could never really touch... but so real at the same time. But they went from being really vague at first to more and more detailed...

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So if I wait long enough, the dreams themselves will let me know the truth.

[ In a different voice. ] If I wait.

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... it took a long time. And I... I had to find my own answers. [ tinyvoice, as she skirts dangerous territory. ] But finally, it all started to make sense.

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[ He listens, turning this information over and over in his head. To believe her or not? Is there really any value.

But she sounds so certain, and her voice-- ] ...mm.

Was it worth it?

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[poppetry]

[ ... what a question to be asking. with a shiver of something in her voice, like pain, or fear, or sorrow, or really nothing at all because you're imagining it: ]

Yes.

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[ Of all things, of all people.

He thinks of Ventus. ] Then it may be time to see where my dreams lead.