Less the horror than the grace

She gave Zora a broad wink. "I'd say I've got something of a record going on, but I think Grandmother holds that particular acclaim... or possibly Nyx." She clinked her glass against Zora's, and took a long sip. "It's certainly been a year." She paused, a pensive expression flickering across her face. "I'm not sure I have any particular pearls of wisdom on the matter, though. The more things change, the more they stay the same." Another pause, and a faint smile. "Present company excepted, of course. Speaking of which: any thoughts on your end?"

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Euryale rolled her eyes. "It's not bullshit, it's metaphysics." She allowed herself the faintest echo of a smile. "People can get used to almost anything, and so can reality. Wear a groove in reality, so deep that..." She paused, seeing the steely look in Medusa eye. She hesitated another moment, before - finally - visibly deflating. "All right, Deusa." she murmured, in a small voice. "If you want me to shut up about it, I'll shut up."

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