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Day
The sensation is like being dragged through a cloud. A heavy, roiling nimbus which pervades your eyes, your ears, your skin, and what feels like your very soul. Or what's left of it.
Your eyes squeeze shut and when they open....well you know this place already, there was much ado about lampposts in this square not too long ago. But what you haven't known in how many weeks is the sun hanging high overhead, not stuck in a perpetual state of Twilight but properly shining in the sky.
The sun feels good and you feel more whole than you have in a while. Those are all inexplicably good things, and they should be celebrated. But the mark on your body, faded but still visible warns of something still more to come. And for those who have been missing a part of themselves for longer than that..it's just a whisper of a feeling, but it is very much real.
Welcome to Krakow, for real this time. For however long it lasts, at least.
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Ah, well. What good is there in that?]
I don't believe we've formally met, Ms. Wagner. Dist the Rose.
[With formalities out of the way, he spends some time listening to her answers before offering a question of his own.]
Is it still possible to keep tabs on those in the Night from here? I would be very interested in seeing their progress.
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It is of interest to all parties involved [ Meaning the dead, herself, and Licht Kreis ] and given the state of the Night may not be out of reach. After we are done here, I'll see what I can do.
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[He only recently arrived, but he kind of got the sense right away.]
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I will. The fact that I escorted you here from Twilight is proof that I believe you are largely, competent. Those in the Night on the other hand...