floribeth dalisay

@floripire

The woman smiled faintly at the other’s response. Defiance was a tricky thing with Tatia — more often than not it was paired with ill-fated disrespect. But Flori’s attitude was not it. ❝A beautiful sentiment. Refreshing, even,❞ she commented, a rare glint of approval shining through her eyes. ❝I need to remember to seek you out in the centuries to come. I am genuinely curious how your views are going to evolve.❞ Evolve. Not change. Whether or not the girl would retain the core of her beliefs, none of them could know. Too many idealists gave up on their principles as years passed by, after all. But maybe… maybe a century or so later, Tatia would be happily proven wrong…

The flow of words that followed were greeted with silence. Oh, it was an age-old struggle, wasn’t it? The passion and hopes of youth against the knowledge and experience of old.

It was only after the girl seemed to have given up on the pursuit that Tatia tilted her head and lifted her hand, motioning for the girl to pause. ❝I’ll make you a deal,❞ she said after a moment, still pondering whether or not the course of actions was right. But the young vampire piqued Tatia’s interest. ❝Clearly, you already possess a lot of knowledge. Perhaps more than I’d have liked.❞ After all, knowledge of her own involvement with the Mikaelsons was not common knowledge. ❝A mind such as yours must have its own opinions on the matter by now. Tell me your hypotheses — and I will either confirm them… or explain where you’re wrong.❞

"Yeah, for sure," she hummed, "I'll take it." Clearly you already possess a lot of knowledge--- Floribeth preened at that. ---perhaps more than I'd have liked, and she once again pouted at that, but it was short lived.

Hypotheses, miss Tatia says, as in plural. And oh, oh, does she have them. Thoughts. So many thoughts. Some right, she's sure, and some might be wrong - she's not so arrogant or rigid to believe otherwise.

"So, like, everyone has a need to belong, right? We all want that - human or preternatural. And when you don't belong, when you get rejected or ostracized from the community you want to be a part of, it can cause very real pain."

"I think my progenitor---" Klaus. "---has a core wound that never healed quite right, if it ever did. I think he's afraid of being rejected like he's been in, I'm assuming, his youth for things that were likely beyond his control; I think he's been searching for that place to belong ever since, with various degrees of success, because he doesn't think that he belongs with his siblings as he sees himself as something else, something other. I also think he's afraid of being rendered unimportant, and forgotten, and being perceived as weak so he masks that fear by loudness and aggression. Deliberately makes himself the biggest thing in the room so others have no choice but to look at him. With awe, rather than contempt, I think. And he strikes first before he can get struck. Which all reads to me as him desperately needing to be in control because he had so very little of it way back when."

She knows how the world works; she knows that people are much more likely to side with him or bend over backwards to justify something he did. Because there’s the proximity to whiteness and wealth; to most that signals safety. But it isn’t. Not really. Not quite. Otherwise mister Marcel Gerard would have been treated way differently, would’ve been treated a lot better, hadn’t he?

"I called it a core wound, and not the source, because I think you and yours are. The source, I mean. Or, at least, part of it. There's a reason why people are so fixated on you and yours---" Floribeth gestures to her own face, to indicate hers. "---beyond the fact that you're stunning." A beat and then, mildly: "I think it has to do with sanguis and cruor, because it so often does with our kind."

Warm honey eyes take in the entirety of the restaurant, barely containing the RIDICULOUS eyeroll she wants to give. Though the MYSTIC GRILL was a bit nicer than her USUAL scummy diner jobs - she didn’t know if she preferred the PEOPLE.

FALSE NICETIES scraped at her ears, barely concealing the UNDERTONE hum of GOSSIP - ‘so-and-so was cheating on their husband with so-and-so, did you hear?’ and ‘there’s no way he’s taking her to prom!’ GREASE SMEARED as they were, there was something a little more PRIVATE and authentic about backroad diner life.

╭MAYBE SHE JUST HATED PEOPLE THESE DAYS ╮

She idles up to her latest table, pretty face the picture of BOREDOM. Normally, her disposition was all SOUTHERN SWEET TEA and GLITTER BUBBLEGUM. This is quickly further dispelled as she catches the eye of the manager who angrily motions to the side of her head.

KEEN eyes FLASH in contempt, suddenly leonine in the dim restaurant. THERE AND THEN GONE as manicured claws pull the unlit cigarette from behind her ear. Her gaze finally flickering down to the girl tucked into the booth - ‪

"Uh-huh. Sure is. Shame that he owns this place and the nearby bar, too, but hey, you can't win them all." Though no one would let her anywhere near the bar, anyway, with that eternal baby face of hers. Despite the fact that she's very much of age. Honestly, though, I'd be sitting here for a century if I were to detail that guy's entire everything. And I do know his entire everything, because I'm not stupid and people like to talk. Which is a great segue into me telling you that most people here think he's a god among men. Or, rather, he used to be. Either way, I just think he's a bad first draft."

Anyone who's anyone knows that Floribeth Dalisay abhors the eldest Salvatore sibling. Once a fearsome vampire, now a human again. And though the young vampire wasn't in the habit of talking smack about people who were older (and mostly, though not always, wiser), there was something about Damon that rubbed her the wrong way.

It was something about the way he had moved through life as a human and a vampire, something about all the destruction he left in his wake. Charlotte Zima might have forgiven him, and Caroline Forbes might have moved past it.

But Floribeth Dalisay holds her grudges. Tends to them like they're pets, or cutesy little succulents.

“I never cared much for the tale of Prometheus supposedly being the one to bring magic into this world. That has never made much sense to me.” Medina shook her head lightly. “Besides, like you said, there are countless goddesses associated with magic and witchcraft, which naturally makes me assume it originated from them instead. I always believed it came from the one named Anahita. Or at the very least, in ancient Persia, she was one of the most prominent goddesses associated with magic.” She gave a small shrug. “Therefore, I will simply continue believing that.” A soft sigh escaped her afterward.

“Ironically enough, my mother was a witch herself, though more of a healer than anything else. She was incredibly skilled at brewing medicines, remedies, serums, and cures.” Her expression softened with complicated emotion. “Naturally, one would assume that made her a nurturing person... but I was never fortunate enough to truly experience that side of her.” Her gaze drifted downward for a moment.

“But it does make me wonder where their souls are now. Whether they have finally moved on to peace.” Her voice quieted. “I do believe they have. Despite their beliefs and mistakes, they were not bad people. My mother was simply deeply misguided, and my father never truly understood the traditions surrounding magic. Perhaps my family was reunited in death eventually... and if that is the case, then I am at least comforted by the thought that Fadim is where she belongs. With her mother, her father, and her brother.” Emotion crept more openly into her voice then.

“And I hope the same is true for your parents. That they are at peace.” She paused briefly. “I do not know whether I fully believe in the concept of heaven, at least not in the traditional sense. But I do believe a soul can eventually find eternal rest. Peace. Warmth.” A softer smile appeared. “A place where those they once loved are waiting for them. They deserve that. However... you deserve something as well. You deserve a symbol to help you grieve, and you deserve to know where your parents’ remains are.” Her expression steadied with quiet determination. “I may not know where that place is right now, but I assure you... I will do everything within my power to help make that happen.”

“You know, it is truly a shame that Venera happens to be both mentally and criminally insane, considering she is an incredibly skilled witch.” Medina shook her head lightly, almost amused despite herself. “And her coven is certainly nothing to scoff at either. They are spread all across Europe. She merely leads one branch of an overall massive tree. I suppose I do have quite the tendency to align myself with mentally ambitious people.” A faintly self-aware smile crossed her lips. “Perhaps that says something rather questionable about my judgment.” Still, her tone softened afterward. “Regardless, let us keep Blaise far away from them for as long as humanly possible.” Because whether Medina liked it or not, Blaise was Floribeth’s family. And by extension, Medina felt oddly responsible for her as well. “It simply is not fair that this Triad nonsense has taken so much from you.” There was genuine frustration beneath her voice now. “They claim that the supernatural beings of this world are the true monsters, but what exactly does that make them? Primordial evils?”

A bitter edge lingered there.

“When it comes down to it, it is always about power and control. Whether it is the Triad, the Aphrodite Coven, or even the Originals themselves... the motive is always the same.” She paused briefly. “And I think there is something deeply unsettling about that.” Her gaze drifted toward the darkness beyond the garden. “But while the latter two are perhaps best avoided altogether...” Her voice lowered slightly. “The Triad absolutely deserves to be destroyed.”

Then again, what's that quote about history being written by the winners and the victors?

"Honestly, that belief makes much more sense. I think anyone can practice witchcraft but I... I have to believe that it all began with a woman. That the beginning of witchcraft began with a woman. Because we, as a species, can trace our maternal lines back to one, single, common ancestor. The Mitochondrial Eve, as she's called."

Which was a good segue into Medina's mother, who was a witch too. A healer. And maybe not as nurturing as she should have been. Maybe due to the fact she'd been deeply misguided.

Still, it was very kind of Medina to wish her mother well, despite everything. To wish her peace.

"I believe that too. That there is somewhere they can rest and watch over all of us, like in a dream."

And she was right about Venera too. They'd simply have to play keep away with Blaise. For as long as (in)humanly possible. Maybe tasking her to help them with making sure Triad never saw the light of day again would do the trick.

"I am sure they do. Hunters are rather... well... I do not quite know the right word, honestly. But I know from firsthand experience just how obsessive and dangerous they can be." She expressed it softly, though even that failed to truly convey what she had endured. "Try being hunted by Rayna Cruz... and watching her horrific sword suck the souls out of vampires..."

But perhaps that was a different story for a different time. Besides, she did not wish to burden Floribeth with it. If anything, Mary Louise had no desire to share her full truth with someone she had only just met.

"Hunters are best avoided, that much I know." And that much she was willing to say.

Then, as Floribeth mentioned the girl, Mary Louise chuckled softly.

"So, do you prefer girls or boys? To feed from, that is..." she asked, a little playfully. "But at first glance, she does look rather appealing. Tender skin and a cute smile. However, perhaps you should be a little wary of the wooden stake she seems to have tucked away inside that leather jacket." Mary Louise noted it calmly, almost amused.

"Hunter... or, well, no, something a little more delicate. She is a girl, after all. A Slayer, perhaps? Or simply a fanatic. Regardless, if she is not on vervain, that would be quite an odd mistake on her part..."

Horrific soul sucking sword.

Oh, yeah, she's definitely asking about that down the line. She's heard accounts of Rayna, to be sure, and she's read up about her but that's all secondhand knowledge. Firsthand knowledge would be so much better.

"Very true. I subscribe to that notion as well." A nod of the head and then: "Both." In every sense of the word. "Oh, yikes, I did not catch that stake." Real or not, Floribeth was not willing to take that chance.

Breathing in and out ever so subtly, Flori came to a conclusion rather quickly: "She's not on V. Which leads me to believe that she might just be a fangirl."

Not that said notion isn't valid, but still.

“So if I get it right, it’s some very fancy term for forcing someone into marriage… huh?” Gigi mused as she moved toward the back garden. “That tracks. However, I don’t think her family will be too amused by that, honestly… then again, I’m not entirely sure what they could even do to stop it. It’s not like locking him in jail is going to accomplish much.” She glanced over at Floribeth briefly.

“Well, I need you to be willing to make the call to defend yourself,” she stated firmly. “Because if not, things can get really bad.”

With that, she tucked the enchanted stake away again before revealing another weapon entirely.

Vervain grenades.

“And I need you to stay clear of these,” Gigi added while holding one up carefully. “Because they are really painful. But they’re necessary if we want to take out a large group, even if it’s only for a short amount of time.” Her tone shifted slightly more serious after that. “My intention is to get Merce out of there and then get the two of us out as well. Of course, it would be ideal if we could put an end to this evil ex situation permanently, but I don’t think we should get too carried away with that right now.” Her attention shifted toward the balcony overlooking the garden, clearly searching for the best way to access it.

At the mention of the rosemary and lavender, though, Gigi tilted her head slightly.

“Huh… so you’re actually really smart then? Impressive,” she mused, sounding genuinely amused. “Wish I had that kind of creative thinking.” Then she gestured upward toward the balcony. “I found our way in regardless. Now…” she continued thoughtfully, “if we were some creepy idiot, where would we keep our ex-girlfriend? Basement? Attic? Master bedroom? I doubt he wants this entire wedding thing to happen tonight, at least not immediately. I mean, he probably wants time to set up proper decorations first… or, at the very least, get Merce full of his blood.” Her expression darkened slightly.

“I’ve learned that the more vampire blood a Slayer is fed, the more likely it becomes that you can override their anti-compulsion resistance. That is… if Mercy is even still strong enough to have that resistance intact. It’s complicated…” Gigi glanced upward again, then without warning jumped up onto the balcony with startling ease. “Do you need a hand, or…?” she called down while looking over the edge.

Vervain grenades.

Dang.

Talk about lobbing both metaphorical and literal grenades.

Making a mental note to check out whoever or whatever manifactures those, Floribeth turned her gaze - and therefore her attention - back to Gigi again.

"A freakazoid like that? Would definitely keep her in the master bedroom. He strikes me as the type to play it all up. The wedding, the honeymoon. Having the pretty, blushing bride wait for him." She shuddered. "Yikes on bikes times a thousand. Truly, this is why I don't date white people."

Watching as Gigi easily makes the jump, Flori nodded once more. "Yes. For sure. I was always the person who did not like P.E growing up. And I think it shows. Strength and dexterity are sort of my dump stats." A beat and then: "Sorry, that's a nerd thing."

she’s sitting on the pier when it happens. at first, it’s just a small burn on her arm. she hissess, tugging the sleeve of her hoodie down over it to hide the smoke in case anyone sees. no one else is around & it isn’t raining, so how could... jinsu. their stupid bond because he made her & now any of his pain is hers too. she needs to find him, needs to help before this becomes worse than it is &—

"yoojin!" floribeth's hands shoot out to catch hers, lest she claws her pretty face off. "come on, c'mere, let's get you out of here, yeah?" into the shadows, into the shade.

she hopes her voice doesn't betray how utterly rattled this has left her, but with her luck, well---

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐐𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝗚͟𝗢͟𝗢͟𝗗͟𝗥͟𝗘͟𝗔͟𝗗͟𝗦 ; 𝚟𝚘𝚕 𝟷 - 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 / 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 .ᐟ

𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖲𝗎𝗇, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁—𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌.”

𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨, 𝗐𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾.”

𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.”

𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇.”

𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽—𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇”

𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇.”

𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌.”

𝟣𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖤𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗅. 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾.”

𝟣𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.”

𝟣𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.”

𝟣𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.”

𝟣𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.”

𝟣𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍...𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 - 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 -"

𝟣𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 (𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾) 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 (𝗁𝖾/𝗌𝗁𝖾) 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖤𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇.”

𝟣𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.”

𝟣𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“(𝖧𝖾/𝖲𝗁𝖾) 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 (𝗁𝖾/𝗌𝗁𝖾) 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾”

𝟣𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗐, 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗍.”

𝟤𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

𝟤𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“…𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗋. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.”

𝟤𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒?”

𝟤𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒? 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

𝟤𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“(𝖧𝖾'𝗌/𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌) 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗌 (𝗁𝖾/𝗌𝗁𝖾)?”

𝟤𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌.”

𝟤𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.”

𝟤𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾.”

𝟤𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.”

𝟤𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍.”

𝟥𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 (...) 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍.”

𝟥𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇? 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁. 𝖡𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾”

𝟥𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾. 𝖱𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖻.” 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖾.”

𝟥𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.”

𝟥𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 “𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖾,” 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.”

𝟥𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌; 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅.”

𝟥𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉.”

𝟥𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀"𝖳𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇 '𝖺𝗌𝗌' 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 '𝗎' 𝖺𝗇𝖽 '𝗆𝖾'.”

𝟥𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“(𝖧𝖾/𝖲𝗁𝖾) 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 (𝗁𝖾/𝗌𝗁𝖾) 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝟥𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 (𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾) 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 (𝗁𝖾/𝗌𝗁𝖾) 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄.”

𝟦𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝟦𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍.”

𝟦𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.”

𝟦𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. ”

𝟦𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.”

𝟦𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝟦𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍.”

𝟦𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖶𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽.”

𝟦𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾.”

𝟦𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒: 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇: 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾.”

𝟧𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍”

𝟧𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝖾.”

𝟧𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍.”

𝟧𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇?”

𝟧𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍.”

𝟧𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁”

𝟧𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.”

𝟧𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌.”

𝟧𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌.”

𝟧𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 - 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍.”

𝟨𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍.”

𝟨𝟣. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽; 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝟨𝟤. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒, 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾.”

𝟨𝟥. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌”

𝟨𝟦. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿.”

𝟨𝟧. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇.”

𝟨𝟨. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖬𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈.”

𝟨𝟩. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸 𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖠 𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖠 𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖦𝖴𝖭?”

𝟨𝟪. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾.”

𝟨𝟫. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝟩𝟢. ㅤ𓉸ㅤ ‣⠀“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌.”

"sorry my hands are so cold all the time, it's because i died a few years back."