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[untempered]

Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[intellectum]

I don't care what she meant. Or what any of you meant. Pave your intentions for all I care, you still hurt all of us.

[over_the_fop]

Oh yes, I am quite aware of it. But my intentions and my meaning have no bearing upon it at all.

Yours do.

It... [He pauses for a moment, looking for the right words.] Your gift IS powerful, and could be quite helpful, but not in the mindset you are in.

It's love. Platonic, mind you, and in almost all cases, mutual. We remade them, and they formed us. A give and take that only really exists in that kind of relationship.

The hatred you have, the anger, is absolutely and utterly well founded and justified. It just may not be helpful there.

That's what I am saying.

[intellectum]

Well, I never wanted this gift, regardless of what it does or how helpful it is.

[over_the_fop]

[There's an incredible lack of things to answer with that are both truthful and wont escalate things needlessly.]

...

There is a young woman from Delphinus in our apartment who has a similar gift. I can't honestly guarantee anything or even volunteer her as ... well. I really haven't talked to her. That would be just intolerably rude. But, should you need a resource, she might be quite able if you ask.

I'm usually out of the apartment in the mornings.

[over_the_fop]

[And at that, starts to leave again.]

[intellectum]

[sighs, getting Noric out of there]