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The Worst kind of Snowball Fight:
Who: Driftcrest Wall Guards and YOU
What: Final Fight/Items/Recovery
When: 5th of April
Where: An old gold mine a mile or so away from Driftcrest.
Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Injuries.
Load'em Up:
The people researching the Unseen have managed to crack the mystery wide open, much more than anyone else has been. Of course, these people have the benefit of being outsiders. For starters, they know where to look to find the unusual, things that don't match up while the residents of Driftcrest? 'That's just how it's always been', they'll say. Unhelpful, but they're not aware of it.
It took a few people, but a location was finally pinpointed and investigated and sure enough, a large group of Unseen were sleeping the day away in a mining cave. A good enough amount, in fact, that the captain of the guard decided to spend a few days training anyone willing to help destroy the threat for good.
And so, from April first to today, this very morning at 6 AM in fact, people have been in training. There's now a group of people armed with various incendiary devices, being loaded into the waiting vehicles. Are you one of those number? If so, what are you doing?
Are you a field medic? Fighter? Whatever you are, you're going to be busy.
Fight'em Hard:
While the drive to the mine is short, the fight will feel like it goes on forever with no sign of any headway being made. The Unseen can't phase out, so they're easy to attack. But they're durable. Tough. Quick.
Prone to biting back but letting go once they figure out there's fire nearby and while they're doing their best to project fear, it's not nearly as effective as it was in Driftcrest at night. In fact, some time into the fight, they seem to be affecting each other with their own fear and they start fighting each other. Effectively cutting down their own numbers, all while fire does the rest.
Later on, people will hear the fighting only lasted 37 minutes, but it feels like it's going for hours.
Keep pushing through, folks. Driftcrest is depending on you.
Pick'em Up:
When the last Unseen falls, exploding into quickly melting snow and ice, just like the rest of the creatures, there's silence for a grand total of five seconds. It's not really long enough to recover ones wits and footing, but there'll be time for that later.
At the moment, a box has appeared in the middle of the cave. Was it there before? Not really. There might be glimpses of it during the fight, but anyone that spots it will have an Unseen after them, so no attempts to get to it will be successful until all of the Unseen are gone.
And now, it's visible and it wants everyone's attention. There's sounds coming from it. Voices. Whispering at first, but then they're shouting and a lot of those voices sound familiar.
Gwen...Tandy...Evie. Anyone else you might know that had been turned into an ice statue. At first, it's hard to hear what they're saying. The whispers sound a lot like 'thank you' over and over, but then as they get louder the words switch to 'step back step back STEP BACK!' over and over, and it's best that you listen. When the voices are at their loudest, the box will shatter in a blinding flash, scattering items everywhere.
That beloved book your favorite librarian carried everywhere, that chipped coffee mug your favorite barista at that mom and pop shop you love always had their morning coffee in.
But there's something odd about them. Items seem to call to specific people, in voices only those people can hear. And those people will feel quite a pull to pick those items up.
Once they have those items in hand, they'll know exactly who they go to and they'll know what to do. There'll be a mad rush to leave the cave and get to the vehicles, a sense of urgency, that the mission isn't done yet. Just get it near their icy owner and watch.
Recovery:
The Unseen are gone, missing items are found. And now, it's time to get those people out of the statues.
Get them within a foot of their owner, and watch what happens. Watch carefully and be ready, this'll be over quick. Ice sculptures will start to crack and fall apart, bits of the person underneath seen to move slightly as if the person is finally able to fight their way out. The more the person inside fights, the more the ice thins out and shatters, cracking and fracturing along joints and hitting the ground, melting rapidly, much like the ice and snow in Driftcrest in general.
It seems as though freeing those people and destroying the Unseen lifted some kind of spell or curse that had befallen Driftcrest entirely. And the more the people are freed from their icy prisons, the warmer the air gets, as if Summer was rushing in and trying to make up for lost time.
The former ice statues are very unstable on their feet and might faint the second they're out of the ice, so please catch them and carry them to the waiting ambulances. They need time to recover. Be careful. It's muddy. Don't slip and hurt yourself, too.
Other Notes:
While people are recovering, Summer is returning to Driftcrest. The temperature will go from unpleasantly cold, to probably the best Summer day you've ever had in your life. Children are outside playing. Florists are stuffing their windows full of things they haven't been able to sell in years. Color is finally returning to Driftcrest and everyone seems so overjoyed, it's almost contagious.
Please note, former ice statues, you're going to be recovering for a while. While you're doing so, Driftcrest is setting up for a celebration.
Don't worry; everyone'll be mostly recovered by then. But for now, take it easy.
Everyone's earned some down time.
This is a log for everyone. Whether you're at the fight helping in some way, or waiting at the statues to keep them safe and see what's going on. Everyone can hop in.
What: Final Fight/Items/Recovery
When: 5th of April
Where: An old gold mine a mile or so away from Driftcrest.
Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Injuries.
Load'em Up:
The people researching the Unseen have managed to crack the mystery wide open, much more than anyone else has been. Of course, these people have the benefit of being outsiders. For starters, they know where to look to find the unusual, things that don't match up while the residents of Driftcrest? 'That's just how it's always been', they'll say. Unhelpful, but they're not aware of it.
It took a few people, but a location was finally pinpointed and investigated and sure enough, a large group of Unseen were sleeping the day away in a mining cave. A good enough amount, in fact, that the captain of the guard decided to spend a few days training anyone willing to help destroy the threat for good.
And so, from April first to today, this very morning at 6 AM in fact, people have been in training. There's now a group of people armed with various incendiary devices, being loaded into the waiting vehicles. Are you one of those number? If so, what are you doing?
Are you a field medic? Fighter? Whatever you are, you're going to be busy.
Fight'em Hard:
While the drive to the mine is short, the fight will feel like it goes on forever with no sign of any headway being made. The Unseen can't phase out, so they're easy to attack. But they're durable. Tough. Quick.
Prone to biting back but letting go once they figure out there's fire nearby and while they're doing their best to project fear, it's not nearly as effective as it was in Driftcrest at night. In fact, some time into the fight, they seem to be affecting each other with their own fear and they start fighting each other. Effectively cutting down their own numbers, all while fire does the rest.
Later on, people will hear the fighting only lasted 37 minutes, but it feels like it's going for hours.
Keep pushing through, folks. Driftcrest is depending on you.
Pick'em Up:
When the last Unseen falls, exploding into quickly melting snow and ice, just like the rest of the creatures, there's silence for a grand total of five seconds. It's not really long enough to recover ones wits and footing, but there'll be time for that later.
At the moment, a box has appeared in the middle of the cave. Was it there before? Not really. There might be glimpses of it during the fight, but anyone that spots it will have an Unseen after them, so no attempts to get to it will be successful until all of the Unseen are gone.
And now, it's visible and it wants everyone's attention. There's sounds coming from it. Voices. Whispering at first, but then they're shouting and a lot of those voices sound familiar.
Gwen...Tandy...Evie. Anyone else you might know that had been turned into an ice statue. At first, it's hard to hear what they're saying. The whispers sound a lot like 'thank you' over and over, but then as they get louder the words switch to 'step back step back STEP BACK!' over and over, and it's best that you listen. When the voices are at their loudest, the box will shatter in a blinding flash, scattering items everywhere.
That beloved book your favorite librarian carried everywhere, that chipped coffee mug your favorite barista at that mom and pop shop you love always had their morning coffee in.
But there's something odd about them. Items seem to call to specific people, in voices only those people can hear. And those people will feel quite a pull to pick those items up.
Once they have those items in hand, they'll know exactly who they go to and they'll know what to do. There'll be a mad rush to leave the cave and get to the vehicles, a sense of urgency, that the mission isn't done yet. Just get it near their icy owner and watch.
Recovery:
The Unseen are gone, missing items are found. And now, it's time to get those people out of the statues.
Get them within a foot of their owner, and watch what happens. Watch carefully and be ready, this'll be over quick. Ice sculptures will start to crack and fall apart, bits of the person underneath seen to move slightly as if the person is finally able to fight their way out. The more the person inside fights, the more the ice thins out and shatters, cracking and fracturing along joints and hitting the ground, melting rapidly, much like the ice and snow in Driftcrest in general.
It seems as though freeing those people and destroying the Unseen lifted some kind of spell or curse that had befallen Driftcrest entirely. And the more the people are freed from their icy prisons, the warmer the air gets, as if Summer was rushing in and trying to make up for lost time.
The former ice statues are very unstable on their feet and might faint the second they're out of the ice, so please catch them and carry them to the waiting ambulances. They need time to recover. Be careful. It's muddy. Don't slip and hurt yourself, too.
Other Notes:
While people are recovering, Summer is returning to Driftcrest. The temperature will go from unpleasantly cold, to probably the best Summer day you've ever had in your life. Children are outside playing. Florists are stuffing their windows full of things they haven't been able to sell in years. Color is finally returning to Driftcrest and everyone seems so overjoyed, it's almost contagious.
Please note, former ice statues, you're going to be recovering for a while. While you're doing so, Driftcrest is setting up for a celebration.
Don't worry; everyone'll be mostly recovered by then. But for now, take it easy.
Everyone's earned some down time.
This is a log for everyone. Whether you're at the fight helping in some way, or waiting at the statues to keep them safe and see what's going on. Everyone can hop in.
Evie Grimhilde - One Closed - One Open
Evie's unaware of how long she's been a statue. She's just aware that she heard voices calling to her in the night. Mal. Carlos. Jay. Gansey. Everyone she cared for, calling for her and asking for help. And then cold. So much cold it actually hurt before feeling nothing.
Now, however, she's feeling again. She's aware again. How much is she aware of, that remains to be seen. But there's a hum in the air around her, a vibration that she fights to move with and at first, it's difficult. She feels that cold again, but it doesn't feel like it's going to go on forever like it did before. This time, it feels like it's fading. She's not sure if she hears voices again or not, but someone or something is calling to her and she has to get to it.
So she fights because that's what Evie does. She's a damn fighter. In any universe, that's one of Evie's many skills. She hears fracturing around her, and the air gets warmer with each shattering sound. She pushes against something holding her right, feels it weaken and pushes more. Pushes harder. Bit by bit, Evies freed. She's paler than usual, almost bluish from the cold that encased her, but warming up the more the ice falls away.
When the rest of it falls to the ground, Evie gets a glimpse of a familiar face and, quite shakily and breathlessly, she says one name.
"Mal."
The smile that follows seems to take whatever energy's left out of her because her eyes roll some into the back of her head and she starts falling. Someone catch her, please.
You should see me in a crown: OTA
Evie's now in the hospital, listening to doctors explain her situation and that it's un precedented. No one's come back from being a statue. Not ever. Not once. They need to keep her for observation, to make sure there's no residual effects from being a statue. And Evie wants to listen, really she does. She wants to rest and recover. Everything hurts, she's tired. Sounds are too loud and too quiet and she goes from cold to warm at the drop of a hat.
But she's worried. There'd been a fight. The Unseen were gone. But she wants to know her other friends and family are okay.
Shivering some and wrapping the robe someone loaned her shoulders, she turns her head when someone knocks on the door. It's probably another doctor, come to ask her how she's doing, but she'll be polite.
"Come in," Evie says, voice sort of rough and hoarse. She sits up and tries to fix her hair, trying to look presentable before whoever it is comes in.
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"Evie." Her eyes sting a bit but then she is rushing forward to help catch her best friend. After that, it's more important to get Evie to the hospital which is where Mal stays too. If she can't be close, then she paces in the hallway until she is given the go-ahead.
Then she is at Evie's bedside, sitting in a hard plastic chair and holding onto Evie's hand as she waits for her to wake up. When Evie finally stirs, Mal is on her feet and leaning over her, brushing the blue hair back from her face. "Evie? Can you hear me? Are you okay?"
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No, ever since, he's been watching over the girl in the ice. He talks to her sometimes, when no one is around--about home, his sister, about the Kingsmen.
About Harry.
He talks to her, watches over her--keeps silent, comfortable company with the girl from that first day, Mal. Pretty quickly, he's staying with her as much as he's staying with the girl in the ice (Evie, she has a name, but it doesn't feel quite real yet and he doesn't want to give her a name until he knows he's not about to lose someone else), and feels like it's a good damn thing.
As antsy as he is to help, to care, she's antsier by half, and he's not sure about Mal? But knowing someone else is just as eager to bust a few things up does help to keep him calm.
Until there's signs of life, he's in the corner of Evie's room, toying with the signet ring he's wearing, even in his more casual track suit. The moment Mal perks, Eggsy's by her in a shot, standing just behind her chair as she rises to hover over Evie.
"Easy, luv." he soothes, resting a hand on Mal's shoulder. "She's had a bit of a knock, yeah? Give 'er room to sit up if it's in her."
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“Mal?” She says, at first in disbelief, but then realization sets in. That’s her best friend and her sister. She’s really right there. “Mal, oh my Fairy Godmother.”
She feels like the worst kind of crap right now, but that’s really not about to stop the blue haired princess from sitting up and throwing her arms around Mal. She might overbalanced a bit, but that’s fine.
“I haven’t seen you in months, and then I was having this awful dream where you needed help and I couldn’t get to you. But you’re here. Mal, you’re really here.” She’s going to be clinging to her best friend like a life preserver for a minute or two before she looks and notices Eggsy.
Her eyes go right to his, locking on but the stare is curiosity. “Hello,” she says after a soft sniffle. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
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But it all doesn't really matter when Evie finally wakes up and Mal feels almost dizzy with relief. There is no hiding the way her eyes shimmer as she smiles through the threat of tears, her chest feeling tight as she swoops in to hug Evie back when her best friend throws her arms around her.
"Yeah, I'm here. I got here...a little while ago," she doesn't want to say it was after Evie had been turned into an ice statue but it doesn't need to be said. It just hangs there between them.
At least until Eggsy steps in, cautioning her to take it easy which makes her stiffen as she straightens and gives him a glare. Again, the feeling of being protective (and maybe a little territorial) surges through her and he might actually see her eyes go green for a second until she catches herself. Pressing her lips together in a way that causes her nose to wrinkle, she stares at him for a second longer before easing back. But, oh, she is still staying close.
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There's also something to be said for protecting yours, especially when you grew up in a place where most people were out to kill you or your loved ones, so Evie understood why Mal behaved the way she did. She barely blinks at the flashing of green in her eyes. She's used to it. She's seen it so often it doesn't register much, just that it turns to look at Mal with one eyebrow raised and a gentle but warning 'sweetie' directed at her best friend.
That might be the princess in her, taking gentle charge of a situation that could very easily tip the wrong way.
"A little while ago?" Evie asks, confusion on her face for a moment. "What do you mean, a little while ago?" She moves to sit up more but a small wave of dizziness hits her and she lets out a soft 'oh', sitting back on the pillows with a mildly irritated huff. No, she wasn't a fan of feeling like this at all.
"Where are you two staying?" She has a message or two from Jerry on her phone, but her phone is at home, so she really hasn't the foggiest what's going on.
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"Don't worry 'bout us, luv--we're sorted." he assured Evie with a small smile. Pulling up another of the seemingly standard issue nasty plastic chairs, he settles into it next to Evie's bed. Reaching for her hand, he takes it in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as a form of handshake before letting her go again.
"And you don't know me--don't know you, either." he admitted. "I'm Eggsy--and you were sort of the first person I met in this messed up place. Frozen, to be sure, but, uh..."
His smile softened.
"...good company, otherwise."
He paused, then glanced across the bed at Mal, his smile turning mischievous.
"Someone had to make sure the green-eyed monster here did things like eat 'n sleep while you was laid up." he went on, winking at Mal good naturedly. "And she did the same for me, in her own prickly way."
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But Eggsy had been good company in those days. She had been unsure of him at first and it was true that he wasn't one of the VKs but he was still all right. She wasn't sure what to think about the vibe between them but she trusted Evie to know what she was doing. Most of the time.
"We're staying at your place," Oh yeah, that was a thing too. It wasn't really a surprise that she was staying with Evie but Eggsy? Well, that was a bit weird. "At least, that's what the guy named Jerry told us."
She gave a little shrug as she moved to sit down again.
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you should see me in a crown.
Which is why he is all smiles of 'Bruce Wayne' at her. He has an image to maintain, and there's the fact that people might find it odd he's visiting a younger woman. It's a good thing he can pull out the fact that he represents the ones who don't quite fit in to Mr. Wechester. It lets him get away with a few things.
"I'm surprised the hair is still the same color."
He wonders if she ever saw the Batman standing at a distance as she fell out of that ice statue.
Re: you should see me in a crown.
Bruce gets the biggest grin when Evie sees him and she pushes herself to sit up. She's feeling much better than she did hours ago. She even has her tiara back, though that's sitting on the tray table to the side. There's really no call for it right now.
"Oh, the hair's a spell I did months ago. It'll be blue until I decide to change it," Evie states with a small shrug. Magic is pretty common where she's from.
"I'm happy to see you." It means he's safe and okay and that's really all Evie wants right now.
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"Any idea on what color to make it next?" Bruce doesn't even bat an eye at the mention of 'spells'. Sometimes, it's just better if he lets comments pass him by. "I'm glad to see that you're back among the land of the thawed."
That sounded better in his head.
He motions to the chair next to the bed. Is it alright if he takes a seat?
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She nods to the chair and smiles a bit. "Please, by all means. I'm glad you're here."
Running fingers through her hair, she shrugs. "Oh, probably just a different shade of blue. I have my preferences and don't think any other color would look right on me, except for maybe a really dark brown."
Tilting her head a bit towards his shoulder, she just makes a simple request. "Please tell me honestly that you got that looked at."
That's all she wants.
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"I took care of it." He says in regards to her statement. "The less questions asked about how I end up with battle scars without being at the battle the better."
Dual lives and all that.
Bruce shrugs slightly. There's several things to bring up and to mention. Maybe the most playful of ones would be a good starting point. The other topics can come after that.
"You have someone that's pretty protective of you." He comments with his eyebrows raised. "I think his exact words were 'piss off' when I contacted him for information about your disappearance."
He pauses.
"Mind telling me about him?"
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But his next statement just confuses her to no end for a moment, eyebrows furrowing and lips parting as if she's going to answer, but then she shakes her head.
In a moment, she'll have a clue as to who he's talking about. For now, she has to think. Who in this down did she know that'd tell Bruce to 'piss off'?
And then it hits her, and she's even more confused.
"Gary? Is that who you mean? Oh, I hardly know him. I only just met him, actually. Just a few hours after I was un-frozen."
She looks sort of shocked that he'd be that protective of him, blinking a bit and shaking her head.
"He's staying in my house. He arrived while I was a statue. Him and my best friend, Mal. But I've never met him outside of here."
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You should see me in a crown
Once it was over, he made himself presentable and stopped by one of the florist shops before waiting impatiently for permission to visit Evie. His guilt was still lingering in the back of his mind, but he gave her one of his brighter smiles while he held an even brighter bouquet of flowers in colors that rarely existed in nature. "I heard that the staff is calling you a miracle."
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"Where did you get those flowers? They're stunning," Evie says, reaching for Gansey to give him a hug.
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Pulling away slightly, he studied her closely, trying to see any signs of long lasting harm from her time as a statue. "Are you all right? The doctors said you'd recover, but I'm not someone they would give details to."
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"I'm okay. I'm improving little by little," Evie says, tilting her head a bit. "I'll have to put you down as an emergency contact so they know it's okay to tell you what's going on."
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"They said there shouldn't be lasting harm." Which had made this visit easier than ones Gansey had made in the past. The ones for Ronan after his escapades or Adam after... he pushed that away along with the memory of a fight in a hospital parking lot. "You're going to have a long list of emergency contacts if you add me."
you should see me in a crown (fudging some details to get her inside the room)
She's passing by a door that's more open than it is closed, as if someone left the door ajar either by mistake or intentionally. Knowing that if it were her in that room, she'd rather have the privacy than anything else, she pokes her head in around the door, hoping to look quickly to see if anyone's inside or not. If the room is empty, she'll leave the door open.
If it's occupied, and whoever's inside requests it, she'll close the door and be on her way. "Hello, I'm sorry for the intrusion. Your door was open, and I thought you might not want it to remain that way." If no one's in the room, her words will go unheard, but if someone is there, then at least she's announced herself.
(*sobs* oh hi not!mom!)
She has a sketchbook on her knee and she's drawing clothing, as she does. Whoever looks at the sketchpad might note that Evie's very talented at what she does. She has a very clear eye for fashion, not to mention what would look good on the figures she's drawing. This one is for Mal, an outfit to compliment not only her figure and coloring, but her personality as well.
When the voice at the door catches her attention, Evie's eyes widen some and she looks over quickly. She's sort of unable to speak for a moment, but finds her voice soon enough.
"Oh, I don't mind the door being open. Someone had music playing earlier and I was listening."
She knows that face. Well, another her knows another version of that face, but that doesn't mean Evie isn't happy to see it. "My name's Evie Grimhilde. You're new, right?"
She hasn't the foggiest clue how to proceed and can't remember if Bruce said he told her about those alternate selves and what this woman meant to another version of herself.
hello, not!daughter
"All right, I just wanted to be sure I wasn't disturbing you, or that the sounds from outside were." Some do enjoy their peace and quiet, after all. "I'm Diana, and yes. I haven't been here for very long."
There's been a lot to take in, but Diana is used to the strange and unexpected, so she's taking it all in stride.
"Are you all right?" She doesn't know Evie, but this is a hospital, and hospitals are places of recovery. They might be strangers as far as Diana is concerned, but anyone who's been hurt automatically wakes up Diana's concern.
Re: hello, not!daughter
"I'm recovering, and am told I'm doing just fine, so...I think I'm doing okay," she says with a half smile. "Being an ice statue isn't the most fun to recover from, but I get to go home on Saturday."
Which makes Evie happy. There are people living in her house that she'd love to spend time with.
"My apologies if this comes off as strange," Evie says after a brief pause, facial expression turning thoughtful. "Do you know a man named Bruce Wayne? There's a good reason I'm asking, I promise."
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"It can't have been easy, going through that. I know we're little better than strangers, but I'm glad that you're doing better." Diana genuinely means that; she doesn't have to know Evie to be happy that she's on the mend and hopefully won't have any lasting effects from all this. "I'm sure that your friends will be happy to see you return."
A girl like her must have plenty of friends, so Diana can only imagine how happy they'll be once she gets to go home.
But then Evie continues talking, and Diana focuses back on her, noting the shift in her expression and the question that follows not long after. "No apologies necessary. I am acquainted with him, yes."
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Tilting her head a bit, it's clear she's looking for the best way to phrase things. It's not really an easy topic to bring up, but she's going to try her best. "A while back, in a different location, myself and Bruce and others woke up as different versions of ourselves. Apparently, those versions of ourselves had different lives. Some of them far more connected than others." Another pause, thinking through what she wants to say.
"He was my biological father in whatever reality that was, and a different version of you...was my mother. I'm not saying that because I think that's still how it is. My actual mother and you are two very different people. I'm just...I think I feel like that's something you should know?"
A small smile from Evie, the look apologetic. "I do remember my other self thought the world of you. Just like I think the world of my own mother." Even if her own mother was something of a terrible person.
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