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[uponhiseye]

[It was during the night that Milen made his very first wish in Splendor -- it was in his sleep that he voiced an exhale with the deep desire to find the Stars he's been separated from since his arrival to a bright and shiny new world. I GUESS DREAMS COME TRUE. Even though he knows none of the things described in his paragraph. Woops

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[clonezart]

I'm afraid I don't understand that feeling at all.

[clonezart]

Is that the best apology your puerile mind can conceive?

[uponhiseye]

Well -- what do you want me to say?

[clonezart]

Now you want me to figure it out for you? How pathetic.

[uponhiseye]

[There's silence. Then, both hesitant and maybe a bit guilty, Milen finds the courage to continue.]

I really don't like it when you say those things.

[clonezart]

Do you think I enjoy listening to your idiocy any more?

[uponhiseye]

You're the one who approached me.

[clonezart]

It's unavoidable. We share the same residence

[uponhiseye]

So, you don't have to be so angry about it.

[clonezart]

[Freud is coming to mind, asking why he gets so riled up by people he supposedly hates. Mozart tries to drop his tone but it's obvious he fails at letting go.]

Hmph!

[uponhiseye]

[And Milen is wondering if it's okay for him to go now.]