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[Friends Filter- minus Angelica. Honestly, if you think you're here, you are. If you're not sure, ask.]

I need a distr- change. Just something small. Something that maybe no one but me will ever notice, even. I'm going to paint my room and, I suppose I could just ask the Admiral to do it for me, but no. I want to do this without his interference.

I'd like it if anyone would be willing to help, though!

[Infirmary Filter]

Does anyone have any experience with pseudocyesis? [She is just stubbornly hoping she's right.]

[Private to Petronilla]

I need your help tomorrow morning. It won't take long, I promise.

[Spam for Angelica]

[Sveta had been worried for Angelica. But, unfortunately, by the time she was able to get to what Iago had said, it had already been taken down and Sveta could do nothing more than hope the aftermath wasn't as ugly as she anticipated.

...it seemed that hope had been completely dashed. So, as soon as she had a spare moment, she rushed off to find her friend, knocking at the door rather apprehensively.] Angelica. It's Sveta...

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Because it is written?

Someone has created it. It is worth reading.

I like that.

You're right.

Humans are entirely too petty about these things.

It's possibly because they have less time, and must be pickier.

I suppose so. But I have lots of time, and I'm picky about what I read.

If you've got plenty of time, you shouldn't be picky. I made the most of my 400 years.

Why not? I'll be picky when I run out of things that interest me.

It does sound like a relatively decent plan.

How long do you live for, anyway?

I don't know. If I go home, I might die from the war. So not long. But if I get left alone? Maybe...a few hundred years? It's not something I really want to ask.

I just wondered if there was a ... limit.

Like I said...I don't really want to ask.

Doesn't it pay to know?

No. Not with so many unknowns.

Isn't one less a little better?

No. I'd rather just live out my life and take it as it comes. If I was a normal human, I might live to be eighty. I might live to be a hundred. I might only live to be forty or fifty.

And it never really bothered me before.

But the difference between eighty and forty is quite small. Between a hundred and four is huge. Between a hundred and nine hundred - which is about the oldest age a Dwarf can manage - is massive.

It's small for you. For me, it's huge. Because I still think like a normal human.

True enough.

I'm only saying that I would have lived my life vastly differently if I only lived a hundred years at most.

I'm going to live my life like I only have a hundred. And if I get another hundred, then I can do everything else.

Perhaps it's different in reverse.

Perhaps.

Or maybe I just want to have a normal, human life again.

Then why are you here, of all places?

I came at first because I wanted to help. And I wanted to stop the war. Now, my deal has changed.

And I'm here to hopefully get that life.

Do you think you have?

Do you think you will?

My main goal has always been to help my inmate. Whatever happens after that is...really of little consequence. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with a normal life, but I want it.

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