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[silversnowfall]

[At last. Peaceful, mostly sunny. No sign of the moon, or masks, or costumes.

...And Nephry is moving through the plaza at the pace and with the general stiff gait of an old woman.

Fitting, she thinks.

Near the fountain she sits on a bench, opening the journal on her lap. She's never been one to make announcements too personal, or to call unnecessary attention to herself. A chill breeze lifts a few pages of the book, though, and she smiles, writing.]

Winter is coming. [a pause, and then] It's still strange to me, sometimes. Even after living here for a couple of years...I still expect the cold and snow to be a more permanent visitor.

Do you enjoy the snow? Or do you prefer warmer climates?

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[silversnowfall]

But we do, don't we?

[She's trying to smile. The idea of Luke disintegrating himself isn't pleasant.]

Perhaps there's some way to tell him...without revealing too much.

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[seleniahymn]

Actually, I think it would be best to speak to him about the events of that day directly. [But that was her personal opinion; she's aware of the unspoken agreement to not tell Luke too much of what happens throughout their journey.]

There have been consequences for withholding information from him before, and I'd rather that the consequences of those times don't repeat themselves again if possible.

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[silversnowfall]

[Hm. And isn't Nephry the one who decided to tell him everything about Jade? ...When it comes to his own death, she's softer, it seems. Less willing to say something that might hurt him.]

I understand. I won't go out of my way to tell him, but if it comes up I will be honest.

[She thinks all of it is something better heard from someone he's closer with - Tear, perhaps.]