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[key_illusion]

[All you can hear is the sound of static.]

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[glistens]

We have to be prepared and decisive. We have to know what we want out of this, what we're going to do, and to know how we're going to do it. We can't sit around thinking we'll make the choice when the time comes. It's either we fight or we don't.

I spent all this time thinking that the war wasn't important because nothing bad had happened yet. I took for granted that my friends would always be around. And I know I'm not the only one.

People can't think like that anymore. What you went through? It wasn't necessary. The choice you made is a choice no one should have to make.

[key_illusion]

Maybe this is something everyone should hear.

[Because he knows he's going to fight when the time comes now that he has a few things to protect...]

[corona]

[ Which is not even remotely close to what she'd expected to hear (if anything). ]

Ah—

What... makes you say that?

[key_illusion]

Because everyone should be prepared, and they shouldn't "think like that anymore".

[corona]

[ welp



have some momentary articulate silence on this end, cloak-tan ]

[key_illusion]

[He's not going to push for a reply. Instead, he'll just close his eyes a little while he waits.]

[corona]

[ It's actually quite awhile before she wonders if he hasn't fallen asleep after all; even after puzzling out an answer, she keeps quiet.

Maybe he's a light sleeper. What if she moves and he wakes up? Or if he isn't, how will she explain abandoning him to his nap without a goodbye? And if he's still there and simply patient, quiet, and waiting... Maybe she should hum a little to encourage it?

And thus come the first few instinctual notes of her healing incantation under her breath. ]

[key_illusion]

[He's still there, but he has to wonder why she's humming suddenly. It sounds nice though.]

A song from your world? [It could've been something she heard here too.]

[glistens]

[ She was wrong on all counts...

Again, there's no real reason for her to be as truthful as she is with this. ] Something like that, yes.

[ but... ]

[key_illusion]

[He's not used to lullabies, and it doesn't help that sleep doesn't come easy for him now. At least a few notes helps to stave off the yelling in his head.]

It's nice.

[corona]

[ He can't know it, what it means to hear those worsd - just as he can't know how very much of her it takes right now to open her mouth and, not to hum, but to sing the words.

...or the first handful or so, at least; any more than that would give away her secret for sure, but she does want to help. ]

[key_illusion]

[That...actually makes him feel like sleep might come a little easier. The fear of replaying those scrambled memories of his possession seems to be further in the back of his mind.]

I might try to sleep again.

[corona]

Please do. [ she doesn't mean for that to come out as small and still as it does ]

...Thank you, Cloak. For talking to me.