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[sightsset]

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

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[startpoint]

[ She keeps her face utterly straight, but a trace of humor can't help but work its way into her voice. ]

You have my sincerest condolences.

[sightsset]

[She might escape the face cracking, but North doesn't.]

It was fine, y'know... for me, anyway. Couldn't imagine anybody else lasting that long.

[startpoint]

[ Knife, meet heart. It was so much easier to deal with missing her team when they were gone. ]

I'm glad you're doing alright, especially considering the company you were dealing with. Is Theta doing alright with the whole new universe situation?

[sightsset]

He's... adjusting.

[This is said with the tone of a man who has had a lot of patience since showing up here.]

Ingress travel wasn't easy on us, and when I nodded off for a few, Maine woke me up, so. You can imagine what the sight would do for the poor kid.

[startpoint]

I can imagine very well.

[ She still has nightmares about being thrown from the cliff. Not as frequently as before but often enough that Epsilon has called her on it before. ]

If you need anything, North, let me know. York isn't the only one glad to see an old friend.