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[ By the time Sebastian reaches out in Communion, he’s already felt the fullness of his rage and taken it out. Viciously. It’s an occasion where he’s grateful for what Ryad provides, lest he had to express it in a more troublesome way.

Sebastian’s usual affect is warm and friendly, if with a polite distance, but today, it’s ice cold. His Communion is always expressed as something dark, but there’s a secondary sensation that comes today as well. It’s the unsettling sensation of being watched that makes someone’s hair raise. After all, there’s uncountable eyes in that abyssal dark. ]

I shall be brief. Someone broke into my home a few days ago and left a “gift” most unwelcome. A Shard belonging to someone from my home. Yet, though I kept it isolated to inspect it further, that did not seem to matter. It infected the Shard that Lady Yima gave me. A Shard that is now no more, for it burst. The soul that was in that little rock is no more.

[ His voice becomes more tense at that last sentence. It’s clear he’s very intentionally holding back his temper significantly. ]

I make this announcement for my fellow Zenites’ sake that they might destroy any they come upon immediately. Also to inform them that there is a way for these Shards to be tampered with that has been exploited. But let me also be clear.

I will find whoever was unwise enough to step into my home and play with my pet. I went through great lengths to obtain that soul, and I do not take kindly to being robbed of it. But there is no need for threats beyond that, is there?

[ So he says, but it’s crystal clear—Whoever it was, they’re in grave danger if they’re discovered. ]

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[That is the question. Does she? If she had her way, in her own world, she would prefer to handle things on her own. After all, she had all the time in the world to educate herself, and then solve it, with broadcasting her business to those that could use it against her in a nebulous future. If time was pressing, she would consult an expert, of course, but-]

Yes. I will allow you to view it.

[She doesn't phrase it like he would be doing her a favor. Because he wants to know just as much as she does- who did this? And how.]

But you must also look at something else for me as well. I need to know if the damage to the soul in my shard is approaching the level yours did before shattering.

[She needed to put a seal on it, anyway. It's the only thing she can think to do to try and save it--]

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[ He at least understands it perfectly well, so he hardly minds her phrasing. If anything, he just moves along smoothly. ]

I can, at least somewhat. I did not keep the Shard with me regularly. In fact, I rarely interacted with it, since that was part of how I was keeping it safe.

[ He hates using the past tense already, but— ]

There was a kind of taint in the Shard I received, at least. I will be able to see that without a problem.

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[Frustrating. But better than nothing. And right now, with maybe just two goddamn hours-]

Then.

[Her communion is cold, yes, but not just because of her mind turned sharp and honed. Like frost, crackling at the edges, spreading.]

It seems I will be paying you a visit most expediently.

Do not sound your burglar alarm.

[Because she can get there quite quickly, once she leaves the alley she had been sheltering in and makes it to a cornerstone.]

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[ He laughs, though it’s humorless and a bit sharp. ]

On that, you needn’t worry. My alarm is napping at the moment.

[ who’s a good boy? is it sveinn? You bet ]

I will be home shortly, so you may stop by when you prefer.

🎀

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[Napping, was it? She had seen the cats... and honestly she's maybe see the Special Cat considering she's probably been coming over for d... inner, but anyway, it still means she need not worry.

She has better things to worry about.]

I will.

[She will be there to find out what he knows and can「see」about the shard, things that she cannot because her eyes read flesh and not souls. And though she is obviously unwell, the soul inside of her womb growing cold and fragile...

Well. Tanuki prefer to be alone when they are ill, (as do women like Kiritsubo about to potentially lose the one person she loves most).

She'll take her leave.]