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@mysticwrit​ submitted:

for angelica obvs <3 lmao

       “ They say the truth will set you free. ” It was a noble goal, and Robin honestly admired the girl's tenacity. It took a certain kind of determination to pursue the truth in the face of so many naysayers. “ But, forgive me if I misheard you or anything, but your mom didn't die here, right? So why come to Hawkins? There are no scenic hiking trails here I'm afraid. Only row upon row of corn fields. ”

       “ If the money just wasn't there, and the power I had was gone... ” If the Volturi were gone, she wanted to say, though Chelsea couldn't quite will herself to say those words. Even thinking them was a sin, after all: Aro's will — and his powers of telepathy — were wide-reaching. “ Would you then be satisfied? ”

       “ If I were an astronaut... ” His enthusiasm was obvious, the smile wide across his face. “ I'd never have been calm enough to say something as profound as Armstrong. The moment my foot connected with the moon's surface my mind would have just... completely blanked. I'd have said something incredibly stupid that would have gone down in the history books 'til the end of time. There's Charlie McRae, the numpty, putting his foot in his mouth on the surface of another world. ”

❝ it was fun when we were young, but now we're older. ❞

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@mysticwrit said: "what was your childhood like?" from catherine?

he can't quite hide his surprise at the question. it is not one he is accustomed to being asked. he is used to asking the questions - confidently at work in the sickroom, extracting from his patients what information he needs to make a diagnosis. few express much interest in his origins, beyond taking comfort in the fact that he was well-credentialed or a fellow countryman. " quiet enough, " he replies, a smile tugging at his lips. " i spent most of it near truro, though it has been some years since i lived there... only my parents and myself, i'm afraid. nothing of any particular note or interest. " he looks at her. his acquaintance with miss morland is quite new indeed, but he'd heard something of her background - and how unlike his own it was. " it was far quieter than yours, perhaps, " he says lightly. " from what i understand. "

@mysticwrit said: "how many were lost?" from claire

he sighed, collecting himself before he gave answer. from the stiffness in his shoulders and the furrow of his brow, it was clear he held himself personally responsible - even if the real culprit was nothing more than poverty and the ills it naturally bred. " too many, " he replied at last. " though perhaps fewer than if the winter had been colder... " an infectious fever had swept through at least five villages, leaving more than a few families in tatters. even worse, dwight knew that such an illness might not have been fatal had not the people been already weakened by general malnourishment and deprivation. his role had been to try and contain where he could and lessen suffering where he could not. but it had not been enough.

he looked back at her, grateful for the conversation with someone who truly understood. someone who -as best he could tell - held the same views as he. the surprise at finding one of her sex in possession of as much knowledge and experience as any of their colleagues had long-since worn off. in a world where too many physicians put their pocketbooks before their patients, he was glad of anyone who viewed the work as he did. no matter how unusual they seemed.