seven.

Full truth be told, Seven wouldn’t admit any of her ( real ) fears to anyone; it’s just not something she’d be willing to do. She’ll happily share an abundance of false and ‘regular’ fears — people she’s worked with have believed she’s scared of clowns ever since she started out at the Magistrate — but she’s never spoken of her fear of silence; one she’ll do absolutely anything to prevent. During her time at the Institute she heard awful things, but silence is a sound she associated with unknowing, with death, and the dead were always ready for talks she didn’t want to have.

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Seven had an all-too rare day off, and she was deciding to spend that day off laying on the ground — more comfortable than it seemed — perceiving the world through a cut crystal; the simple delights of the world, when you have only known it for a time far too short. The human tragedy, though, is that it’s too short for everyone. “You should really try this,” she said, “it’s almost like those... mirror mazes, a little bit.”

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So she wandered the stalls that were beginning to wind down, searching for something that could give her sufficient energy to smile for however long it was necessary.