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[vore_and_peace]

[This fine afternoon, Jinana and Roland are sitting under a tree. They are looking calm. Very calm. Remarkably calm. Roland is drinking]

"At least we have time to say our farewells."

"Yes."

[There is a newspaper in front of them. To those who read the Future Obituaries in today's newspaper, you might have noticed the following two:

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[samsera]

*wandering past the tree; pauses to wave hello!*

[vore_and_peace]

Sera. [...beckons her over]

[samsera]

...? *goes to!*

[vore_and_peace]

[looks at her for a long moment]

...I must leave tomorrow. I wanted you to know.

[samsera]

...

[samsera]

*looks less surprised than as if someone hit her in the gut when she was expecting it. sits down next to.*

Did you just find out?

[vore_and_peace]

Just a short while ago, yes.

[samsera]

...aah... my comrades can't all leave together... it's a great regret, for all of us.

[vore_and_peace]

I am sorry. [softly] But I am also relieved.

[samsera]

I'd hoped... it wasn't such a burden.

[vore_and_peace]

Being with you all was a relief from my burden.

[samsera]

...

*...can I hold your hand a little*

[vore_and_peace]

[curls her fingers around Sera's]

[samsera]

Half of us here and half of us there... at least we'll have an advance force on Nirvana. I'll miss you, Jinana.

Is there anything you would like, while you're still with us...?

[vore_and_peace]

I will miss you too, Sera.

I... cannot think of anything.

[samsera]

*feels really helpless*

...shall I sing?