imatreenow | six [action/voice]

[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

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It doesn't matter if you apologize. Do you think I would forgive you? [Spoken as if this is the most ridiculously unfathomable concept ever - and it is. She should understand. Wasn't her sister murdered too?]

...No. If I willingly harm Martel somehow in the future...then I have no right to ask forgiveness, but...I--

[Presea doesn't know what else to say. She wished only to understand. She was so far behind everyone else, and it was really starting to show. If she hurt someone she trusted, Presea at least wanted to know how and why. But would that alter anything, if she knew? There were too many unknowns.

Not knowing what else to do or say, Presea turns her head away from the boy and remained silent. She should leave, shouldn't she? Was that all right?]

If you understand that much, you should also understand that you aren't welcome. [Heavy emphasis on the last two words. One who had helped to destroy his and Martel's dreams...is definitely unwanted anywhere near his reminiscing. It's sickening...]

[Presea nods mutely and begins to wander back into the forest once more, without a word. There was nothing else she could or should have said anymore at that point. It would have just been an excuse. So, she leaves, tugging on the hood of her jacket once she's far away enough.]

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