voice;

[closerift]

This is Inquisitor Trevelyan.

[ Not that she's able to do any inquisiting here, but the title has long since stuck to her, despite Cecily's original complaints. ]

Dorian Pavus has gone, if you knew him, and--... it all makes me wonder, really, what the patterns are with the disappearances. A handful of our people have gone and not come back. Dorian came back, but without his memories of his time here. I came back with my memories. Has anyone been able to figure out any sort of method to it all?

It could be that the Door is just choosing without meaning, but it does seem that it can be more cruel to some than others, doesn't it?

Comments

[edibles]

Yeah. I want to keep my friends safe but shit, how can you?

[closerift]

You can't.

[ It's the truth, whether pretty or not. ]

You can try, but... eventually, it's inevitable.

[edibles]

( The worst bullshit ever )

I won't stop trying. I don't want to believe that I can't do anything.

[closerift]

Then, best of luck to you. Keep your friends close as you can.

[edibles]

Yeah. Thanks. Is anyone else you know left?

[closerift]

A few. [ "Though, they don't know me." ] For now.

[edibles]

Maybe more will come.

[closerift]

They may.

[ Maybe. She isn't sure whether or not it's right to hope for that. ]

... Take care of yourself out there. Stay close to your friends.

[edibles]

You too. And you can make new friends too.