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The snort wasn't dismissive of the whole idea, but Riku's eyes did drift down to the wrist that felt like it'd been injured ages ago. Trying not to think about scars that magic hadn't gotten to in time. "I'm not sure what I understand, exactly. Not nearly enough, but I know what works for me." That almost felt and sounded just a little too simple.

Eyes on the enemy again, there wasn't as much immediate anger, but a wall of cold remained. "Guess we'll always disagree on what to do about the hurt, too." There was a point, he'd admit to that; obsessing over the hurt itself, letting it fester, would do no good for anyone. "It can be a reminder of what you're working for. Fighting for. A reminder that you're mortal... like everyone else feeling that hurt."

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Celeste made her way down the path to her mother's grave, music playing in her earbuds, hythains in hand. She hadn't brought Sora here yet. She should do so soon. Let him grieve the mother he never met. Maybe Celeste could share stories of what little bit she remembered of Melody. The brief memories of her mother looking at the hythans in the gardens or the pale lavender of her mother's dress.

Celeste pulled her earbuds out and put them in the case as she approached the grave. She stopped only for a second before setting the hythains down. She had been out briefly a few weeks ago to clean everything up and had thrown away the old ones.

"Hi, Momma. You won't believe the week I had."

With that she dove into the tale of by some odds finding her lost little brother.

                  "HMMMM YOU SEEM GRUMPY." blonde scrunched her features, watching him with amusement splaying to her expression. maybe she ought to be concerned over his frustrations, but haylee preferred to approach things from a more positive light.

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