Nine; [voice]

[targetprime]

[If there is a person who does not take loss very well, it would be this man. Fina's inevitable departure from this place had only served to make him even more standoffish and bitter about the lot he had been drawn than usual. Much as he hated to admit it, he had been living here entirely detached from the reality of the situation. Fina had been

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[awaitingalbion]

[Quietly:]

Eight months. Since the one called January.

[targetprime]

January. [Truthfully, he doesn't remember much of the month. It's shadowed by Fina nearly getting killed in a blizzard and then getting kidnapped until April. But no need to bring that up. They're all just unpleasant memories that have no business in conversation.]

...That's unfortunate. Do you remember which day?

[awaitingalbion]

A Saturday.

When did you arrive, Ramirez?

[targetprime]

It will be a year in nine days.

[awaitingalbion]

I didn't realize you'd been here for so long, Ramirez.

[targetprime]

....Neither did I.

[awaitingalbion]

The time passed quickly. [While she was here.]

[targetprime]

...It has. [And it's only now he's having to come to terms with the fact that, in actuality, he hates everything about this place.

And he so does not adjust well.]

But there's nothing to be done about it now.