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[Private;]
[after so much time here, suddenly remembering those few hard days is a lot to deal with. She fidgets restlessly, wings all aflutter, part of her very glad that she's not there, and another part of her guilty that she isn't with Heine... And the others she can't even remember anymore. But she's not really gone, is she? She wants to write it out, because that's what all her friends do when they have lots and lots of heavy things to think about, but she can't seem to get too much more out than squiggles. She wishes she could just tell someone. It was so loud, and scary. She never liked it, and she never will. She kind of wants to scream, but she knows she can't, so she doesn't try.]
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[her control over the private entry waivers, and she sniffles quietly a few times]
[[OOC: here's her late canon-update. ): ]]