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“I find the subject rather interesting, though I’m not sure I’d call myself a fan.” She tapped a finger to her chin, hoping to further ease the worried demeanor he was nursing. Upon hearing that he was willing to share she clasped her hands together happily. “How kind of you.”
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Silas, you may call me Daji.” Feeling emboldened by his forthcoming nature, she opted to move around to where he had been seated, in order to steal a glance at the book’s contents. “Do you mind me asking where your interest on the subject stems from?”
âťťPast experiences in the stuff written here... Family was knowledgeable in this stuff, so I followed in their footsteps, actually, my house has a huge library dedicated to books, and journals that I find , of interest.âťž
Not all of them were on this topic of course, but many of them were, a lot of them.
Some may even call it an obsession, driving someone mad looking for answers, a cure even for his life feeling hopeless. He needed something.. Anything.
❝Nice to meet you Daji.❞ He smiles, holding the book between them now.












