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[ There are two brown puppies eating a Christmas pudding off the floor when the camera activates, little tails wagging as they trip over paws that they have yet to grow into. Their muzzles are oddly long even now, but they're not quite as bulky as they will be -- not yet.

A quiet chuckle from behind the locket reveals, to those who may have heard it, the surprising owner of the pups -- the Outsider. The smaller of the pups looks up from the pudding at the sound and scampers over, whining and pawing at his legs until the Outsider bends down to scoop the little one up. The locket, which is floating in midair via magic, is pushed back -- just in time for any viewers to watch as the pup attempts to burrow into the Outsider's shirt. ]

You are unlike others of your kind, little one, [ the god murmurs, smoothing a hand over floppy brown ears. The other pup is still eating the pudding, though at this point it looks more like she's getting in a fight with it. ]

In my world, Wolfhounds are kept and trained by Overseers of the Abbey to hunt heretics. That I should now have a pair myself is rather ironic and more than a little amusing. But then, they are terribly intelligent creatures.

[ The small pup licks at his chin and he starts, blinking. The locket turns off just as his mouth twists up until a slight smile. ]

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[digophelia]

Good, I don't want to really go anywhere alone.

[ She swallows, looking down at the puppies and back to him. ]

Is he dead now?

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That is my understanding, yes.

[ He pauses, and then offers Alice his hand, if she would like it. ]

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[ Only because it's him, she will, otherwise she would have scoffed at the gesture. If the Outsider says he's dead, then he must be dead. ]

It's about time.

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[ She may not be overly fond of contact, but he's watched people for a long time. It seems to help many of them. It's what he can do. ]

Yes. And everything that was not given back should be returned, I believe, with his death.

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[digophelia]

[ It does make her feel a bit better. His overall presence seems to soothe her. And how can being the pillow for two puppies be so bad? ]

I'm glad. If you lost your eyesight... come to think of it, Sir Lancelot must have lost his. He was acting so strangely when I spoke to him.

[ It's a nice way to put it. ]

And Miss Grell mentioned she lost her voice.

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[ It can't, that's how. ]

I believe he did, yes. All should be returned now, though I doubt they would mind, if you were to check up on them.

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[digophelia]

Miss Grell came to visit me.

[ She's not sure if she wants to move any time soon. Oh, well. They're too cute, she can't wake them, that would be mean. ]

As for Sir Lancelot? Well... if you say he should have sight back, I suppose I can before he does something foolish.

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She is well, then?

[ She's welcome to stay for as long as she likes. It's not like the Outsider uses his bed. ]

He should, yes. Magic often dies with the caster.

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[digophelia]

She was in good spirits when we spoke, the same as always.

[ It's a pleasant thought and it would bring her security as strange as that is. A chaos god who makes her feel safe when she's plagued with a number of nightmares. He's a good friend. ]

Good. I'm glad for all of this nonsense to be done with. Up until the next prat takes his place.

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With the Fox dead and what was stolen reclaimed? Of course.

[ Still. It could have unnerved her. ]

The natives are certainly rather upset that we're here.

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[digophelia]

I cannot fault them for that.

[ Alice eventually gets tired of sitting there, carefully splaying herself right between the puppies. She's tired, she just may hang out here for a little while longer. ]

Regardless of where we stand, it is they who are caught in the middle of our war. They're the ones who suffer the most. I would be angry, too.

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Yes. Though it would seem their anger is misplaced -- we were not the ones who brought us here, after all.

[ But perhaps they fear the monarchs too much to actively speak out against them. ]

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[digophelia]

Under the most dire situations, fear and anger often are the more natural emotions. It is irrational, but still something I understand. The war has damaged them enough.

[ So says the girl who was once in an asylum. ]

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One can understand it and still not agree with it.

[ After all, he knows people. He's watched them for a very, very long time. The common reaction bores him. ]

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[digophelia]

Then if it is any consolation, I did take a fist to one of them. I think I'll be fine without hearing the word "shard" for a while.

[ She doesn't want to hear it; she didn't ask for the damn thing and came close to ripping it out of her chest herself. ]

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[ There's a blink and then the Outsider laughs. ]

I imagine they did not expect that reaction.

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[digophelia]

Most do not expect that from me; sometimes being small has it's advantages in being deceptive.

[ With how she usually dresses, she looks younger. She loathes to admit it, but she can get through things very easy if she chooses it. ]

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Certainly. You could have worked with some ferocious women, in my world.

[ Though perhaps Delilah would not have taken to her as much as he has. ]

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[digophelia]

Are they that terrible?

[ Since she's just that terrible, herself. ]

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The Brigmore Witches, they called themselves. Their leader, Delilah, put magic into her art.

[ And then Daud had to do away with her. ]

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[digophelia]

Into her art, you say. What sort of magic? What was it like?

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It would depend. She could speak through her statues or her paintings. Capture souls in them. Paint portals into the Void, even.

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[digophelia]

Was she one of your marked?

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She was, yes.

[ Past tense. ]

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[ He's so great about humoring her curiosity. It doesn't stop there. ]

So, then, was she killed or did she die?