...mm. I have a guess that it did not simply originate as the other locations do; I spoke of it with Shale, once, and he was rather oblique in his answer. However, I do not know the precise answer.
[ah. there's some understanding, there, because of course he knows what it is to be proud of one's work. he can well imagine he would hate to see anything he had made, painstakingly upkept, broken like this.]
Evidently not, if this is to continue. If we do not find something to do about it-- I suspect it shall simply continue until each of us has refracted. Until none are left.
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[She raises a hand to wipe at her eyes.]
Do you want to know...how this greenhouse came to be, Emet-Selch?
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I was the one who made it. This was my creation.
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[ah. there's some understanding, there, because of course he knows what it is to be proud of one's work. he can well imagine he would hate to see anything he had made, painstakingly upkept, broken like this.]
We will manage to set it right.
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[She's being candid, but she's vulnerable, now. Like a chest, opened, with the heart for all to see.]
And I can't bear to see it like this. Especially knowing what came with it.
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[a pause.]
Speaking of help. Have you made progress on regaining your-- it is a Stand, yes?
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[She wants to hope in that.]
...Me? Ah. Yes, I got that app. Though I need to wait until next week to attempt to get an ability back. But its...on its way.
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[he nods, at that, moving past her and further into the greenhouse as he speaks, kneeling down and inspecting a fallen potted plant.]
What was it you received when you spent tokens to access it, if I may ask? Or-- well, I assume you may have converted it back in preparation.
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[And there's distaste that suddenly comes, with a grimace.]
I converted it back into tokens. I didn't want it.
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[a matching little flicker of discomfort.]
May I ask what? We ought to know what could be out there for others to receive.
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A green one. The power to poison someone.
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[he says, as he stands and turns back to her. he's quiet a moment, contemplative, that unease stronger before he seems to shove it down.]
We shall have to make note to watch for its signs, if green should appear again.
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[And distaste rises again, like bile at the back of the throat.]
I just hate...thinking of this all happening "again". Haven't we had enough?
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[That mental image...]
We can't allow that to happen.