[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[He looks again at everything, it's pleasant, warm, gentle. He can't say he can entirely reconcile that with the experiences he had with the other Ariel, but then again, he hasn't talked much to this one has he?]
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[He looks again at everything, it's pleasant, warm, gentle. He can't say he can entirely reconcile that with the experiences he had with the other Ariel, but then again, he hasn't talked much to this one has he?]
I hope it continues in this direction.
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[Hmm.]
I'm not very good, at reacting nicely. But I don't dislike it.
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[He pauses and then reaches over to pat Ariel's head.]
You seem sad and lost.
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That's-- Ah, well, not untrue I suppose?
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If it helps, I've found sheer, bloodyminded stubbornness to be useful most of the time, even if things seem bad.
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Good. When everything else is confusing or grim being stubborn can be handy. And satisfying.
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Thank you for your advice.
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I think I may have made a mess of your other half.
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I lit some of the aspects on fire.
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