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Who: Michael and various
When: May, post-Event 18
Where: Horizon, Solvunn
What: Opens and catch-all for May
Warnings: None yet
When: May, post-Event 18
Where: Horizon, Solvunn
What: Opens and catch-all for May
Warnings: None yet
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"Do you think anyone would actually look to you and blame you for being brought here?" She raises an eyebrow tilting her head. "Stop apologizing for things you have no control over."
Perhaps easier said than done, but no one needs to be apologizing for anything the Singularity does.
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Michael's not exactly a man, but he's found he has that much in common with most of them so he'll wear the title today. He'd meant it as an expression of sympathy more than anything else.
(But there is part of him that believes that being an archangel makes him a protector, and inherently responsible for any ill that befalls his current vessel even if it wasn't his direct doing. Good luck curing him of that.)
"I don't believe speaking without being heard would improve my mood. My family are the type to use any weakness to their advantage, for that matter. Vulnerability is costly."
Like Claire, he finds himself in the miserable position of waiting for people and circumstances to change around him. There is nothing he can do to force that change. He recognizes that he presents a problem with no solution, though, and he doesn't expect her to have a miraculous answer. He points the conversation in another direction.
"Do you remember that plant we made? The one that moved as if it were an animal?"
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She can recognize a subject change when she hears one, so she saves any lingering thoughts for another time—a real-time example of how much Claire's grown as a person, because she could've kept going. Instead, she gives a small snort of amusement.
"Are spiders animals? But yes, I do remember. We were out of control, Michael." She deadpans a joke, taking a sip of her tea. She's getting better at not cracking a smirk or a smile, learning from the best.
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He deadpans right back at her.
"Truly. At least we didn't create any rituals that involved human sacrifice.
"Drink your tea before it gets cold."