Something is afoot, something martial,

[malkuthmalakh]

There are vibrations in the city's pattern of a kind I do not recognise. The great principle of survival of the strongest, the urge to destroy, to be victorious. It is nothing of Atziluth, or of Sheol, but relentless and unmerciful. Something deep, and ancient and terrible. Something as old as I

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[againstgod]

I don't feel anything different.

[malkuthmalakh]

Perhaps then my fears are unfounded, and I have been too long here, jumping at shadow curses.

I can but hope.

Yeah I know. So talkative

[againstgod]

Mm.

[dearprincess]

It's a curse. You get used to them, eventually.

[malkuthmalakh]

Sara Mudou, That is not a comment I expect of a heart I remember to be as kind as thine. There is suffering. I have seen many curses, yes, and there shall be many more, but that has no bearing upon whether I try to protect the uncursed from the cursed, and cursed from the sadness and guilt they may feel if they find upon the next day they have harmed those they love.

Suffering feeds the city, Sara Mudou. And so may indifference.

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[dearprincess]

A-ah...

[dearprincess]

I didn't know when I said -- I thought it was just one of the normal ones -- I thought ...