[She stops herself, and scratches the words out. Yes, it must have been the Cloud she knows--and the Night who tried to dance with her at the picnic, and the Ambassador and Bellflower who've occasionally talked to her over the journals. There isn't any sense in asking, but...but.]
Thanks.
[Coming back, the way people do here, still feels deeply wrong...but so does being murdered in cold blood, and she can't help hoping.]
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Cloud? Is[She stops herself, and scratches the words out. Yes, it must have been the Cloud she knows--and the Night who tried to dance with her at the picnic, and the Ambassador and Bellflower who've occasionally talked to her over the journals. There isn't any sense in asking, but...but.]
Thanks.
[Coming back, the way people do here, still feels deeply wrong...but so does being murdered in cold blood, and she can't help hoping.]