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[conflictresolution]

"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[conflictresolution]

Don't I already do that for you, Jinx?

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[opheliac]

well yeah! but u have so many businesses going and taking care of aldrip...
u shouldnt wear urself too thin.

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[conflictresolution]

This is nothing compared to the Undercity.

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[opheliac]

but ill feel guilty...

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[conflictresolution]

You're doing what you think is fun already. Nothing has changed, and it won't until you're ready.

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[opheliac]

( hmm. )

when are u coming home?

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[conflictresolution]

I plan a week more in Rumpitur, give or take. You'll be alright until then?

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[opheliac]

whats so important that u need to be there one more week anyway? we gave them what they need, didnt we?

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[conflictresolution]

I need them to trust me. Then I can use that rust to advance our plans.

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[opheliac]

and will u sleep? what about food? ur medicine????
did u pack enough clothes??????

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[conflictresolution]

I will do all of those things, yes. Your concern is appreciated, Jinx.

Do you need me to come back earlier?

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[opheliac]

breakfast and dinners been boring the last few days.

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[conflictresolution]

You should invite one of your little friends over to partake with you until I return.

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[opheliac]

( why is he so persistent with staying away from her for this long? his daughter frowns deeply over his message, and her grip tenses over her device. thank janna that she is alone right now because she exhales out a frustrating growl as her fingers feverishly types out: )

fine. whatever. have fun.

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[conflictresolution]

I'm doing this for us, Jinx. Always.

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[opheliac]

( is he doing this for them or for himself? wait. no. no she shouldn't think like that. the talk he had with vander's statue was just a big misunderstanding, so him doing this is not some hidden scheme. despite the dead are chiming in their own opinions on the matter, she loosens her hold on the tablet and breathes out a slow sigh to... try and compose herself. )

right.

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[conflictresolution]

I will be home soon.

[He knew that she would likely be in her head. Despite living much of her life on her own in her workshop and tinkering away the hours, he knew that isolation wasn't good for her. He would have to conclude his business quickly then.]

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[opheliac]

OK. love u.