"Fine. Fine!"
She tossed her ruined pen to the floor. Though her hand is now thoroughly stained with ink, she doesn't quite seem to mind. There's a beat of silence, a tense moment where her challenging gaze is felt through her veil.
She sighs.
"I understand I have not made the best first impression here, for that I... Apologize." The word is said with utter destain. "I know the unlucky. I view them every day. This... Place- It draws in the desperate, the depraved, the utterly damned..."
She pulls the brim of her hat lower, tensing before releasing near all tension she's been holding thus far.
"I am sorry, Yew, I do wish I could wash the ink from your storybook clean, but..."
A clear of the throat.
"Seirin. Address me as Seirin, if you would. And speak to the symphony if you ever wish our paths to cross once more."
She turns not to the clear exit but.. a side room, one with an indiscernible label. Peer inside and she's nowhere to be seen...
- Seirin
Yew somberly nods. Despite how young she seems to be, she was right about this place, right to keep cataloging and sharing knowledge.
It was far too late for them, the lost, the changed, but not too late for others.
For some inexplicable reason, they look relieved. Almost as if they're smiling despite the lack of a face.
"Thank you, Seirin, I'll keep that in mind. I wish for the bells and wind-chimes to guide your way." he wistfully states, watching Seirin walk into the side room.
He.. hopes she knows where she's going, though knowing Seirin, she probably knows this place much better than he does.
If we ever cross paths again, I hope it's in better spirits. Yew ponders, before finally stepping away.
