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Lethe fades in slowly, seats herself upon a bar stool and jumps when a letter appears in front of her. It feels familiar and she remains perfectly still - blinking and peering down at it for a few moments with a skeptic sort of hope.
Trembling fingers unfold the paper and she takes a long moment to puzzle out who it is addressed to. Then, completely unable to help herself, her eyes move to the signature - oh and perhaps there is a reason for hoping. A tiny sniffle and she quickly swipes a hand across her cheek - Jack, it is signed Jack.
She carefully refolds it - far more precious than a million treasures - she will wait for Roiben to read the rest. It is only half hers, after all.
And for the first time in a while Lethe breathes - and smiles.
Trembling fingers unfold the paper and she takes a long moment to puzzle out who it is addressed to. Then, completely unable to help herself, her eyes move to the signature - oh and perhaps there is a reason for hoping. A tiny sniffle and she quickly swipes a hand across her cheek - Jack, it is signed Jack.
She carefully refolds it - far more precious than a million treasures - she will wait for Roiben to read the rest. It is only half hers, after all.
And for the first time in a while Lethe breathes - and smiles.