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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[daemonized]

[He turns to watch her rummage through his fridge like it was nothing, but Ardyn knows her better than that. He's watching her, closely, before responding.]

Was it different, this time? Did you glean more details from it?

[Or rather... maybe she did not wish to speak about it more. He mentally kicks himself once before adjusting his statement.]

...If it's something you wish to speak more of. It can always wait until later.

[originallutece]

I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't wish to speak of it.

[But she isn't looking at him, so it isn't as if she's entirely comfortable with it. Rosalind rummages through his fridge.]

. . . but no. I gleaned no more details from it, save perhaps how we stood. But no, I . . . it was nothing more than a repeat of what I already knew. The man, the-- the feeling he inspired, the explosion . . .

[She finally straightens up, holding a bag of leftovers.]

I really did love him. That isn't a revelation, but . . . I did.

[daemonized]

[He can tell. He knows her well enough to see if there's any sense of discomfort there, and given what she's told him just now, he can't blame her.

He steps forward, offering his hand out to take the bag of leftovers.]

Do you feel... grief, over him not being here with you now?

[originallutece]

Yes.

[She says it simply and quickly, an answer that takes no thought at all.]

But it isn't a grief that's new. And so I can push it away.

[A beat, and she offers him a smile.]

Come, now. You know the English. Stiff upper lip. I shan't fall apart just because of this, Ardyn.