text;

[closerift]

[ Though she's had her hands on the communication device for months, Cecily still isn't entirely sure how to use it. Not well enough that it's taken her until now to send out a city-wide message, anyway. As a result, though, she texts as if she's writing a letter. ]

Hadriel,
Her name may be 'Delight,' but do not forget that she is one of them. Do not forget all that they have done to us since our arrival and how little they know of us or care for our safety.
Most of all, do not forget the last time that they offered us something edible.
I promise that I am as much in need of a drink as anyone else, but I remember too well what their gift of food did for us, or, rather, to us.
I would not be surprised to find that their bar offers much the same danger.

Be well,
Inquisitor Trevelyan

Comments

[64th]

I get what you mean but after everything that happened I need to be drunk and forget for a while

[closerift]

I agree with the sentiment but not with the method.

[64th]

agree to disagree

[closerift]

You really do not think it might be tainted?

[64th]

I'm willing to take that risk.

[closerift]

Do you know what happened just over a month ago?
How can you be willing to risk that?

[64th]

yea i'm aware

well i'm dead at home and so is my family so I don't have much going for me. consider it an experiment

[closerift]

[ Well, that would do it. Cecily doesn't respond at first, feeling torn between guilt for what she's just learned and suspicion, still, for all that Hadriel "gives" to them. ]

I am sorry.
I hope that you will not be hurt.

[64th]

[ she doesn't acknowledge the apology because it's not Cecily's fault and in a lot of ways, Cash is better off dead. ]

me too. i'll let you know how it turns out.