[The communicator clicks on and for a few moments the only sounds are the distant rumble of the engines, the faint splashing of the water against the hull and the breeze. Then Karis speaks up, but her voice has lost its usual gravelly undertones, its rasp. She sounds... human, actually.]...you never think about the little stuff. Like the breeze on
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Or the things that you take for granted, until you don't have them.
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Pretty much.
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What's making you think about those things, on this particular evening?
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[That word isn't in her vocabulary.]
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And this has been reversed for you. Interesting.
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...If you wish to stay that way, that is. [Political correctness get?]
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Do you mind me asking who raised you?
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[She snorts.]
The Lich King of course.
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And then another pause.]
Is he a demon?
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