2.9/ text, locked/ follow your dreams to a place

[dedikated]

locked to all clinic staff, nick valentine, curufin;

( God, but actually writing these words feels strange, no matter how necessary she knows them to be. With the work on The Door and its Fragments, with Carlisle's health, all these things which are shifting her attention, there's really only one thing she can do now. )

I'm leaving the clinic.

( There. They're out. )

Will help if needed in future.

( After all, who knows what the future in Hadriel will hold? )

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[toiletseat_girl]

I wouldn't know, I don't really talk to 'em much.
Never had much reason to.

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[dedikated]

( That's... a good point. Most of what's known about Hadriel and the gods' stories is, now, something passed from them to newer arrivals, instead of gleaned through a lot of arguing and not seeing eye to eye. )

Suppose there's not as much need, now.

( The place has far more things than it used to, after all. )

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[toiletseat_girl]

[and George kind of figures that talking to the gods would be like talking to a brick wall. short, annoying, and nonproductive]

Nope.
I figure all the questions have been answered.

[George is relatively comfortable, at least]

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[dedikated]

( Often, yes. )

Or dismissed.

( There's also that option. )

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[toiletseat_girl]

Right.
Should've included that one.

[stupid gods]