[Raphael, this time, looks less like the bleeding pile of shit she did last time and more like a meditative businesswoman with dry skin who hasn't slept in a while. She is seated Indian-style on the floor of what is obviously a run-down house; her normal illusions of nice drawing rooms and furnished libraries are gone. Forgotten, even. There's a
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Do you need anyone to join you?
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[She's not in the warehouse any more. A clever eye might notice that she's broadcasting from the same house she was in during the power-stripping event- the same place Jinx, Lucifer, and Gabriel all post from. The Chateaux.]
My situation has improved markedly. This event has been... liberating.
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[ She offers a nice and polite smile as she gazes around and notices the people and the change but doesn't comment on it. ]
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You have perception problems.
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[Funnily enough, Raphael doesn't remember what got her so angry at Break. She remembers every word of the argument, but not why she was so pressed about it.]
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-=snorts=-
Pointless.
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[Or... she's pretty sure of that. Raphael's reasonably sure that that sentence felt right to say. It's something she would say, right?]
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Do I know you?
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That is a most unique interpretation of events, good Lady. To have only our own thoughts and experiences, untainted by what we knew before we arrived to this place - this is clarity and freedom from blinders? With no past to guide us, we must look to our own thoughts and consciences for truths?
It does seem like freedom, of a sort. But what will happen when it ends, and those memories and fetters return?
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But you speak wisely, Lady. A chance for reflection and betterment is always a good thing, is it not?
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