[ He hasn't had the chance to think about it much, but he fishes it out of the little bag of his, which now is clawed up a bit.
But he hands it over. In loopy script:
The Authority is not the Creator it claims to be. It is easy to fall victim to their lies, as one of the eldest beings of this universe. Xaphania is no exception, and to have one's pride wounded is to no longer seek understanding. ]
[ He shoulders tense up and for a moment, he lets his face slip into something akin to despair. He brings his hands up to rub his face, trying to push that down and nods, very weakly. ]
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That's what we were told it was.
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Where did it come from? The church?
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It was protecting us from the miasma.
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Did you bring anything else back?
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[He processes that, and then... looks relieved.]
Good... Okay, what did the note say?
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But he hands it over. In loopy script:
The Authority is not the Creator it claims to be. It is easy to fall victim to their lies, as one of the eldest beings of this universe. Xaphania is no exception, and to have one's pride wounded is to no longer seek understanding. ]
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Any idea what "Xaphania" could be? I've not heard that word before.
[He hands the note back.]
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No, no idea...
[ Or maybe he's too tired at this point. Everything has been piling on. He looks so tired. ]
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We'll figure it out.
Anything I can get you? Some pain medicine, or some water, perhaps?
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How about a break?
[ He's joking. This isn't meant as self-pity. He's just on the tired side and it'd be nice to have a little rest. But he knows they must keep going. ]
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[A hint of humour in his tone.]
Another weekend, another murder investigation. You know how it goes.
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[ But the thought of that does darken his mood just a tad. ]
Who's missing...?
[ He's not sure if he even wants to know, but he needs to ask. ]
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... Miss Yelena Belova, and Miss Sheba.
Mr. Van Zieks is also deceased. Killed by spectres -- there will be no trial.
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I... see.
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[His gaze drifts, settling on the missing part of his leg.]
... If you'd like help getting to the meeting tomorrow, I can stop by again in the morning.
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[ And ah. He follows the gaze. ]
If Sholmes hadn't already offered, I would have taken you up on that offer in an instant. I really appreciate it.
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[Said cautiously, like he's really not sure he wants to go there.]
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I don't even know what's happening anymore.
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Well, it's good to see that he's lending a hand.
[There's a lot to unpack here, isn't there. Kim's probably just going to go back to acting like he doesn't notice anything.]
I should leave you to rest. Thank you for answering my questions.
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Yeah. If I think of more after I've slept... I'll let you know.