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[raavashing]

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.

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[notavirtue]

[Which was why he wonders if the Void is some uniform force, creeping in at the same pace in all places. Verla seemed to have gone a lot faster than Leathann might, at least.]

We will save what we can. [And leave the rest, is the unspoken part.] Let me know what you discover.

[raavashing]

I will and... Thank you, Javik.

[A pause and he almost hung up, but something else was just a little pressing since he never actually heard back from any of those letters he sent...]

Did you get the tea set?

[notavirtue]

[Javik expected the conversation to end there, and for a moment was left without words.]

The... yes. I do not understand the point of it.

[Aside from the whole 'make tea' thing, anyways.]

[raavashing]

To make tea.

[That was the only point of a tea set.]

Good tea. Tea that isn't overcooked or seeped too long the way most of the people of this world do. Part of making good tea is having a proper pot for it. One that will heat up evenly and hold the heat once it's off the fire so the leaves aren't over-boiled.

...do you not drink tea?

[notavirtue]

[If he'd ever had tea, it was probably out of a packet that got stuck in an automated machine on Normandy and spat out some terrible tasting liquid that used to be perfectly good water. The future was probably tea hell.]

Not that I can recall.

[Wan had left instructions, but...]