...would that I could tell you. Would that the Underworld flowed here, and each soul within it, but my sight fails me within this prism. I cannot say for certain whither each soul departs. I know only that the apartment will be changed without yours.
[a moment's pause, quiet. his voice is low, soft just as percy's is.]
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[a moment's pause, quiet. his voice is low, soft just as percy's is.]
You may, yes.
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[ he lifts his hand and wipes at his eyes underneath his broken glasses. ]
My life has become... richer for it.
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anything he can say feels as if it would be a platitude; anything else feels too genuine. he does not trust himself with it.
he simply falls silent, then-- but he stays.]