[WEEK 5, WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, POST-LETTERS: Lief]

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Lief! ♪

[someone is calling his name in a sing-song voice. APPARENTLY MAGILOU IS LOOKING FOR HIM, WHEREVER HE MAY BE]

We've got mail!

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[she came clean!! look at her paying that trust back in droves]

Be an independent killer on Thursday night. [she says simply] Beyond that, I don't know anything else. Including which remaining Siren she intends to go after this week.

[reidentify]

... So was she the other one last week? [...] If you are saying that, I assume you—or at least she knows who the remaining Sirens are.

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What? No! She wasn't. As far as I know, she hasn't killed anyone yet. Raven, Battler and Serph were all taken out by methods other than the Wickie, you know?

[. . .]

But she does know who all of the Sirens are now.

And I do, too.

[reidentify]

... Well, you said independent killer, and we still have one at large, so I wondered. But very well, I will trust that.

[He pauses.]

Who is the last one, if you are allowed to tell me?

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Yeah, I don't know who that is. But it wasn't Lucina.

[of that she is certain]

. . . Fie.

[reidentify]

[... Ah.]

I would like to say I am surprised, but... truly, I am not.

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In hindsight, neither am I. Though her lazy exterior was a pretty good facade for a while there.

[reidentify]

We are all liars here.

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[. . . heh]

You got me there.

Are you going to let that fact put out your fire at the eleventh hour?

[reidentify]

No. I am used to lies.

[Jacopo and the others were wrong to call him a beacon of hope—he is nothing in this place, he knows—but he'll keep on trying, nevertheless.]

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Good.

It's burned so brightly from our very first day here, that I'd hate to see it fizzle now.

[reidentify]

If that is the case, I will do my best.

[... Does it matter? Lucina is the one meant to save them all. Bellamy and Magilou are the ones she's chosen to trust. Lief doesn't know what part he's meant to play here, no matter what Jacopo and co.'s letter may say.

Speaking of which, he takes it back from Magilou and gives it another glance over—

He freezes.]

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[ah--]

Oho? Did you figure something else out about your letter?

[reidentify]

"Three words; dramatise."

[...]

Rearrange the letters and you get "it's a dream".

[Lief used a contraction, thanks guys.]

1/2

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[. . .]

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[. . . she suddenly grows a bit distant, her demeanor cutting off]

Hm.

I suppose the people who theorized something similar weren't far off, then.

[reidentify]

[He lets out a breath.]

Indeed. [...] Are you all right?

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[her smile turns a bit crooked, a bit sharp]

Naturally. Why wouldn't I be? After all, I have experience with this sort of thing.

[btw she told him her backstory in that one backstory pc so uh. he knows exactly how deep that experience goes]

[reidentify]

[...

He reaches to touch her arm.]

Regardless of what this is, we will break it. We will return to reality—our realities.

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[her expression turns wry]

Maybe for you. But I, for one, have no idea what my reality will be when I return.

[THANKS LAPHICET]

[reidentify]

[...]

I refuse to believe that is where your future ends. [... Ha. He's reminded of how stubborn Jacopo was to believe that Lief would live.] Even should your world be altered... if it were possible, would you return to someone else's?

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[she links her hands behind her back, tilts her head up to stare at the sky. well. . . what they perceive as the sky. she isn't so sure anymore]

I suppose I've gotten an offer or two. [said suuuuper lightly] Akira's kind of a stupidly sentimental do-gooder, after all.

I don't know if I'll take it.

[reidentify]

... May I ask what is stopping you?

[Not that he can't understand, when he declined Raven's offer.]

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[. . .]

I'm a fickle witch, you know? I change my mind all the time! Commitment isn't a word in my dictionary, and I quite like it that way.

It almost seems unfair to take advantage of an offer like his when I might not be able to stick around.

[reidentify]

... He just wants you to be happy, I imagine. With or without him.