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Who: Anyone
When: Day 50, late morning
Where: Here and there
What:

[A few hours in, and the halls far more resemble a messy abattoir rather than the last bastion of civilization. Batmonkey corpses, batmonkeys on fire (careful there!), and more than anything, lots and lots of live batmonkeys.

Well, Thusia? How goes your morning?]

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I see.

[pauses for another sip]

The tea is very good, I should mention.

Thank you. The leaves are a mix of Henrietta's and Selyir's; I've found the two in combination give a far more subtly complex flavour than either alone.

Do you have any hobbies, Arturia?

It sounds like you enjoy tea.

[and then the longest pause]

. . . Ah. Not precisely.

Tea and some traditional snacks; I have some skill with various forms of preserved vegetables.

None at all?

I would be interested in trying them at some point.

... No.

When I have acquired the means to make them here, you would be more than welcome to.

. . . do you have favourite colours?

I like blue.

Good. That is a start.

"A start"?

At getting to know you.

What about yourself?

. . . cornflower blue. Prussian blue, draped in streamers over white stone.

'Colours' hold a particular significance to my people.

That does sound very specific.

There are certain colours that burn themselves into memory, and carry forever the remnants of the feelings felt at that time.

That is one of the best of mine.

[says nothing, but it isn't hard to notice a certain empathy in her expression]

What about pastimes? Do you have others, aside from cooking?

I am . . . partial to a certain degree of domesticity.

Outside of that, much of my spare time these last years has been spent investigating ways to repair damage done to the heart.

I also enjoy reading.

[wait what]

Repair damage done to the heart? What do you mean, exactly?

You know of bodies and souls, I am sure. The 'heart' is the third aspect of existence. Of the three, it is often the one least understood and most overlooked, but it is just as critical as the other two. It is the seat of emotion, and of 'connection'—to our worlds, our countries, our friends and our loved ones. It is a source of immeasurable strength, and also where light and darkness are housed in proportions that both reflect and determine a person's character.

Separated from its other parts, a heart appears as light, or as a crystalline structure shaped like the 'heart' lovers draw around their joined names.

[listening]

... I always assumed all of those things resided within one's soul.

It is likely that when you think of a soul, you are thinking of the heart and soul in combination.

Souls are the home of will, of reason, and of identity.

What are the things that damage a heart?

A multitude of scenarios can create cracks enough to destabilize a heart. Suppressing or releasing the darkness within, or attacks of a certain nature from without. In most cases, if the cracks are not deep and the circumstances not constant, a heart can recover on its own.

The case I worked on was one far more extreme. False memories had been implanted much the way one plants seeds under the earth, and their roots had reshaped all that heart was. After some time, those were forcefully pulled out, roots and all.

The heart was not cracked. It was completely shattered.

That's . . .

It is not something that should have been survivable. But the boy in question was a replica—a homunculus, I believe you would say—who was himself crafted from the data of an extraordinarily capable individual.

He lived.

Thanks to your work?

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