[63] there will always be some kind of crisis for me

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[This is wrong.

Saphir can't pin down what's wrong, exactly, but something is creeping up on him. For one, he isn't mentally referring to himself with his alias any more. For another, he's... comfortable, almost. He eats the food provided by his droned wife happily, leans in for a kiss just before he leaves for work, punctual as always...

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B

[ooeeooahah]

[ There seem to be a number of dazed and confused people in town today. One of them nearly runs into Dist, juggling a bag of groceries. ]

Oh! Saphir! Sorry, I wasn't watching... wait, no - that's wrong.

Dist the Rose.

[ There's quite a few emotional cues in her face, but they don't seem to match up right now. ]

I-I'm sorry, not quite tracking today.

Re: B

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[Dist starts, then sighs, rubbing his face.]

...Neither am I. Something's wrong.

How do you know that name?

[ooeeooahah]

It's... slippery. The part that says I've always been here knows it.

[ Her face twists in a pained smile. ]

It's the name of my senior prom date at Mayfield High... except I went to senior prom with Duc Tranh at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow.

[ Ilsa's expression reflects a fear that she might be losing her mind. ]