[ mood, man. whenever temenos spots lucien, he just kind of comes over, and drops down - not too close, but not too far, either, and just joins him. he's got a wine glass in his hand, and seems to be ok to just kind of sit and hang for a little bit? introvert ass.
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anyway hi. ]
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[ turning a page, running a hand over the paper. ]
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[ the noise is quiet, agreeing. the "hub". "headquarters". whatever it is. he watches him with the journal, for a long moment. ]
What do you make of it all?
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he snorts - just an ungraceful noise. ]
Oh, agreed. Gods, but I hate these sorts of organizations. They are all the same.
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[ he runs a finger over the page of the journal, waiting. ]
What comes next?
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[ a pause - temenos glances down at the journal. ]
... And a choice, and one not made not so metaphorical, I imagine. [ considering his whole Encounter with the flesh wall ]
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[ honestly it's the end of this he's worried about. ]
Either we will defeat it or we will be beyond caring. I'm talking more of what comes after that.
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[ when all things get Real ]