The world is wrong.

[songless_psiren]

I went to give my condolences to Li Mei. The poor dear seems inconsolable. Mei and Peng were married for something like forty years. I wanted to attend Peng's funeral, but Mei's taking him back home, to Xing. Xingian custom dictates that his wake is held in his family home, with his entire family in attendance. I am sorry that I will not be

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[ishbalriffs]

.....what? *disbelieving look* Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

[songless_psiren]

*perma-troubled frown* That depends on what you heard. But I would assume so, yes. *would've almost been a joke, had she been in the mood for joking... which she isn't*

[ishbalriffs]

Mr. Li's really dead? And you think... a soldier...?

[songless_psiren]

...H-he is. *clenches her jaw, swallowing, a bitter look on her face* I don't think. First Lieutenant Hawkeye told me so. *disgusted*

[skorts]

*going around under the guise of a young Xingian man with neatly-combed hair, handing out flyers to certain individuals; stops by the chateau for sheer indulgence's sake and knocks on the door*

[songless_psiren]

*starts to go to the door, then hesitates... raises her voice, calling* ...Mal? *goes over to grab her purse while she's at it, slinging it over her shoulder*

[ishbalriffs]

*had been curled around his guitar on the sofa, writing away, but sets it aside at once at the knock, then joins Clara* Hey. *quietly*

[songless_psiren]

*fidgets* Hey, Mal. There's... someone at the door, and... what with... everything, um.... *nervous smile* ...Thanks. *finally goes to the door, glancing out the little window first, then opens the door a little bit, peeking out* ...Hello. Can I help you?