[Maketh sees the later text, but decides to pretend that she didn't. Instead she just puts on her coat and walks over the location that Lilith shared. She's careful to make herself presentable beforehand, because there are certain standards that must be kept and Maketh has been - lax. Lately. So she dusts off her boots, checks the lines of her hair, and the cool set of her face before leaving. Her uniform is fucking perfect.
However, someone might notice that her face is much paler than usual, eyes a bit splotchy even though she was certainly not crying, and that the sword she's wearing on her belt isn't the same one she got from the armory not too long ago. That one's still stuck in a table where she left it, in that half-burnt apartment where she died.
She's certainly not thinking about that, either. It was a good sword. She's going to do better this time, much better, there will be no mistakes.
She snaps to attention when she spots Lilith, though doesn't salute her.] Lilith.
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However, someone might notice that her face is much paler than usual, eyes a bit splotchy even though she was certainly not crying, and that the sword she's wearing on her belt isn't the same one she got from the armory not too long ago. That one's still stuck in a table where she left it, in that half-burnt apartment where she died.
She's certainly not thinking about that, either. It was a good sword. She's going to do better this time, much better, there will be no mistakes.
She snaps to attention when she spots Lilith, though doesn't salute her.] Lilith.