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Dinner?

[She repeats, sounding genuinely surprised. They haven't spoken in a while, not since she's closed herself off from this disgusting dream world that dared to take her brother from her, and now this? Is he trying to be charitable? No, he never has been with her. His intentions have always seemed disgustingly genuine.

Ugh.]

I'm not hungry.

Ah. I see. _{[Well, great. Nice going Edward. She can't see it, but he's already slapped a hand against his face.]} For a walk then, perhaps?

_{[DOES HE SOUND DESPERATE? He hopes not.]}

[/RIPS HAIR OUT

No, okay, she's good. Deep breath...]

A walk to where? I have no desire to walk aimlessly around this disgusting city.

It wouldn't be aimless, Lady Nightray. Perhaps we could take a walk in one of the parks or toward the hot springs. The leaves are still on the trees and the colors are beautiful, after all.

_{[What is he even supposed to say? She sounds anything but pleased.]}

The trees are fake.

[Yep, anything but pleased, right here.]

Nothing here is real. Why should we attempt to enjoy any of it?

Are you fake? Does that mean, following your logic, that I shouldn't attempt to enjoy your company?

[Excuse you, who invited you to her pity party?]

What - what would be the point?! What if I fall asleep while you're walking over and I don't wake up for a month? Or what if I do wake up and leave here completely?! What if the damned desert opens up swallows everything?!

There is always a point, Lady Nightray. Until you cannot try anymore, you should never allow yourself to think there is no point to anything!

_{[It's the only way of thinking that allows him to keep on existing here in this city.]}

If the desert opened up and swallowed everything, then so be it. If you fell asleep for a month then I would ask you if you were well rested when you woke. If you left completely I...I would grieve for you, but would pray you would have found true rest.

[True rest. The only thing left for herself and her brother at home was death, and though she'd told herself at some point she could accept that, with Elliot gone it's become very clear that she can't.]

...Aren't you tired of trying to be friendly to me?

Why would I tire of it? You're the only friend I have left, Lady Nightray. It may be bold to say that, but it's true, and if I've erred in considering you as such, then I apologize.

[...Edward.

Sorry, she can't handle this right now.

The line stays open, but she puts the Dreamberry on mute for a moment. Please hold.]

...Lady Nightray?

_{[WHY YOU PUT ME ON HOLD?]}

[Give her a second, she just needed to punch something and scream into her pillow.]

Give me an hour to get ready.

[Even though it's not like she wants to go with you or anything?!]

Of course.

Where should I meet you?

The lake.

[The air there is always cleaner.]

Understood. I'll see you then, Lady Nightray.

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