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[fateality]

All right so great job, Uncle Fate is very proud of you all.

So let's celebrate
I have way, way too many drinks leftover from my careful hoarding.
You are definitely invited to have one

Hell I've even gotten a head start

And for those of you who don't like or can't have alcohol I have this
Is this juice? It's blue raspberry. Whatever that is. It's probably drinkable.

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private;

[fateality]

Look.

You don't want to hear this. And I don't want to lie to you.

private;

[winces]

Please don't tell me what I want.

[ her words are terse, firm. ]

What I want is to help. If I can in any way, then let me.

private;

[fateality]

I don't reckon there's much anyone can really help with in regard to this.

But it's more like I'm trying to get what I'd seen out of my head.
I don't think that's mourning, exactly. I know what mourning is.
And

Well, there you have it.

private;

[winces]

[ ... ]

I cannot help you forget.

But I can take the feeling away, if you'd like.

private;

[fateality]

Sure you can.




Wait, seriously. You can do that?

private;

[winces]

[ a wince. ]

Y...es. I can. It's a progression of my empathy powers.

private;

[fateality]

Hmm.

Well, that can be useful, but I think I'll be all right. There's only so much removin' them will do, anyhow. But I appreciate it, cadence.

private;

[winces]

Of course. [ her voice is soft. she does not make a habit of offering this aspect of her powers all that often. ]

Please let me know if there is any other way I can help.