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Destination: Grieve
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Thought you might like to hear it again. Did you know he could do this? Couldn’t believe it.

Destination: Grieve
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Did you ever get things sorted out with the dumpster fire? Been finding all kinds of useful s**t back on the Garde and specifically may have something that could be of use to you in that situation, in that it may keep you alive if you insist on humoring him. Between you and that Hybris guy he's gonna think I'm trying to be his penpal, though.

Destination: Grieve
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I don't think rich people danced back then, at least where he was from. It might dislodge the stick in his a**, anyway, and then what would he do for a personality? Perish the ******** thought.

Destination: Grieve
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I don't know, though. He's like one of those shiny Westminster dogs sometimes. You just wanna run him around in a circle and comment on his conformation. Did you ever see him kill anyone? I bet he could dance if he wanted to.

Destination: Grieve
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Wait, wait. What's the tea on Hybris? Didn't see much to laugh at from where I was. Insufferable twink, I thought. He's pissed off Albite something terrible. ******** his boyfriend or something. I think everyone on the Chaos side is in a big Love Island episode or something. Or maybe Real Housewives.

Destination: Grieve
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Yeah. He was already a ******** smear of something, all right. He appears to be in good with a General King, though, so maybe don't underestimate him right now. I don't know whether his boytoy is more of an enthusiastic attack dog than Nail was but I wouldn't risk it. Anyway, he didn't wanna tangle with me, he just wanted me to dispatch a message.

Way things are going I'm gonna open up a cosmic pony express. First Albite, then Hybris.

Anyway, gimme a minute to find somewhere to sit down and I'll explain.

Destination: Grieve
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All right, I've got a lot to say, deal with it.

I've been learning all kinds of s**t. Turns out before Nail's time all that peacekeeping business that Garde was doing wasn't necessarily by way of slicing every throat that was agitating for conflict. Not that I'm judging the approach. Can't imagine him sweet talking any generals.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure these things I've dug up are from back then - way before his time. They're sort of - God, it's so weird to say this s**t out loud - it's a pair of them. You put them on to sleep and you can walk around in a dream and chat. And it all feels real, but the thing is: it's not. I've tried everything to figure out if there's some way to hurt yourself while you're in there and it's never worked. It hurts when it happens and then you wake up fine.

Anyway, as I'm toying with these things I'm wondering what the ******** they were for besides sustaining long distance relationships - which, I mean, sure, it's probably better than whatever they had going for phone sex a thousand years ago - and besides exchanging confidential information this was the best I could come up with for why they exist. And then that made me think of you and the one-eyed wonder -

Oh. He got his eye put out. Did you know? By Hybris’s boytoy -

Anyway, I was thinking about you. I've been fiddling around and I can send them to people. I don't know how indestructible they are but what he doesn't need to know is that the second he wakes up they wisp right back to me - and I can't imagine he'd try to light one on fire before he even got to use it. I'm willing to gamble on it.

Long story short if you want them, they're at your disposal. If I'm gonna be the one to figure them out again I might as well let them be used for what might be their intended purpose. I'm certainly not using them for lucid dream phone sex.