yves

[rippled]

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[rippled]

It does feel like one of those evenings.

[ but they will nod. drinkies ]

[noirges]

[ drinkies! wherever they are then yves will just pour two glasses of wine and offer one to saber ]

It does, doesn't it? I don't even know where to start.

[rippled]

[ they will take it and sip at it... they have not had wine before. ]

... we did solve it for Elysia, at least.

[noirges]

[ new experiences... yves will also sip his slowly ]

... we did.

Though I'm sure everyone who felt very close to Zhongli must be feeling... lost.

[rippled]

That's true. Even if we caught them both, that likely wouldn't have made people happy.

[ especially if it turns out the killer is also someone well liked. ]

[noirges]

[ nods.... ]

Having to weigh lives again sounds... hard. There's really no version of Saturdays where people end up relieved or satisfied.

[rippled]

Except for a Saturday where we don't have to do any of this.

[noirges]

That sounds like a faraway dream, my friend...

[rippled]

Well, aren't most dreams?

[noirges]

You don't think we can have more dreams come true?

[rippled]

Hm, maybe...

I am not sure how we'd grant them.

[noirges]

[ he pauses and takes another sip of his wine ]

I don't know either.

I thought it would be heaven's job to figure that out.

[rippled]

I was told heaven would do a lot of things, but none of it has happened yet.

[noirges]

Right?

Death in heaven is still something I'm wrapping my head around.

[rippled]

[ that's the title of a doctor who episode. useless fact no one asked for. ]

Well, did anything say that you can't die in heaven?

[noirges]

That's a question for Monsieur Lucas. I thought it was implied, but my scripture studies weren't very strong.

[rippled]

Well, I believe the spirit can die, so it is not that odd for me.

[noirges]

It... can? You can?

[rippled]

Ah, well... spirits aren't invincible...

[noirges]

But... is it like what the angels are saying? That your soul always exists even if... the spirit dies?

[rippled]

I think so. I do not think you would disappear entirely, you just may... not be somewhere, for a bit, or maybe transform into something else.

[noirges]

Transform...

[ tilts head ]

I wonder if that's what's going on here...

[rippled]

... maybe.

It is difficult to say, when we still have so little answers. [ ... ] But I suppose you might get some sort of message tomorrow.

[noirges]

[ . . . ? ]

I will?

Ah, did you get yours already...?

[rippled]

Ah, yes. All four of us from last week received odd voice recordings. It was in that morse code.