First ☂ Voice

[thirdreturned]

Hm.

[Sorrow's voice is slow and stern, easily authoritative without any pretense or false airs.]

It would seem that Hope has gathered the energy necessary to bring me back. I'm told that our new guests have had a say in it- if that is the case, then you have my thanks.

[There's a thoughtful pause before he continues.]

As a token of my gratitude, I have created an garden of food to lessen your burden on Hope. Both parties will benefit from its creation, and so I trust that it will be tended with respect.

It will grow as the week goes on and I return to my former strength. Do let me know if anything disagrees with your systems and I'll remove it.

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[thirdreturned]

Undoubtedly.

I'm not sure why you're asking favors of me. The others have told me what you've done.

text; private

[dedikated]

[ low blow, sorrow. low fucking blow. thankfully she did learn one thing from that entire fuck up: she doesn't want to completely dive into impulsive actions, especially not with someone who has so far been helpful.

so, kate hangs back on replying for a long stretch of minutes. takes a few breaths. tries to think logically, because she wants those plants more than she wants to bristle.

(it's worth a shot, right? something in them might help with her power regeneration.)

it's a good job this is all via text, too, because it makes it much easier to think and sound impartial. makes it easier to decide to switch this to a private conversation, because there are things she wants to say that feel wrong if they're broadcasted ]

Because the clinic is more important than me or my fuck ups. [ although, she never does get around to saying that it's the only thing she can think of that will even begin to make up for what she did. ]

text; private

[thirdreturned]

Then perhaps you should ask someone else to make this request.

text; private

[dedikated]

[ it takes a lot of strength to not type fuck you, you shortsighted pillock for making this harder than it needs to be. ] Fair enough.

text; private

[thirdreturned]

[Sorrow is not going to reply to that. He thinks he's made his point.]