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[ Yes, it will be different. Particularly because of her simple self-ultimatum, one she's not sure that Elizabeth caught onto - no one will die because she needs to devour their life. But if that's how her biology works then... well, then it's simple. She can't survive any longer.

It's a thought she hates, one which she's not sure she can move forward with when the come comes for that and as such she does hope that it doesn't come to that. She takes the touch well, frowning to herself and... exhaling softly. ]

So if you're asking me if I'd rather be here than not... I mean, the obvious answer's that it's sophistry. As long as Albert or Silver are here, or Toushiro was, then of course I want to be here in order to help them or you as best I'm able. Divorced from all that, just as me... If you asked me even three months ago, I'd have said that I don't want to deal with the Damocles hanging over my head.

But at this point... [ She inclines her head a little. ] That woman, and that world, someone else framed it to me in a way I think I agree with: they deserve to be remembered.

[ ...She doesn't want to think about the implication, so she's looking slightly off to the side, honestly. Go eat some animals or something, like in Dusk. ]

They deserve to be remembered... [ Elizabeth purses her lips, considering it, then nods slowly. ] ...I suppose that you're right. Well, no, you are... It would be nicer to remember their memories as a sort of movie instead of feeling them though, I think.

Probably! ... No, definitely. But...

[ She hums... squeezing her hands ] I don't think I'd have understood otherwise, for better or worse.

[ ...A small squeeze back, smiling slightly. ]

Perhaps I can understand that. For all the... eccentricities my other self has, her wish to explore the world outside of the room she resides in—outside of the role she has been given—is one that resonates with me quite a bit. [ Finding your own place in the world, doing new things without worrying about what people think... Those are things near and ear to her heart.

Because that's her. For all the naivety that woman has, the core bits of it are the same. Maybe that's what souls are—intrinsic parts of a person that remain unchanged. An interesting thing to ponder at a later date. ] ...Before I forget to do so, allow me to thank you for listening to me, Ms. Marker.

--Hah! Please, I'm the one that prompted it. You don't thank people for dragging out your worries.

[ Is what she says immediately. But then she corrects, still laughing a little but righting herself and smiling for the other with a somewhat more ... serious? Expression. ]

Or well, you can, I won't stop you. But it seems to me that's a natural thing for me to do - both to drag it and to listen to you.

Is that what mothers do?

[ The question is out before she can help it, and she bites her lip for a moment before turning her gaze away once more. ]

...My own died when I was quite young—her and my father both. None of my other relatives were quite the same... Not to say they were cruel, heavens no, but... [ She pauses again, then very carefully continues: ] The way they treated me, and the way they treated their own children, was slightly different. I believed they didn't think I'd notice, however... I did.

[ Oh...

She looks a little off to the side herself, taken aback by the question in a strange way she can't put her finger on. In the end, she lifts up the tea to her lips and takes a long sip of it, mostly to center herself... And what she responds and, ]

It's certainly how I've tried to handle it - motherhood, that is.

[ . . . ] Children really are more empathetic than most give them credit for - in some ways, that is. [ they can also be shit but - they can sense their own treatment more often than not. ]

[ Elizabeth makes a soft, understanding hum, lifting her cup up after a moment. She doesn't drink though, content with the heat of it by her lips, and cuts her gaze back to Elda. ]

Thank you. [ again. ] I find you quite overbearing sometimes, but it isn't as if that's always a bad thing... I'm simply unused to it. You and Silver are quite similar like that.

[ He's a charming, sweet boy who tries his best. Her mouth curves into a small smile at the thought. ]

Goro as well, now that I'm thinking about it... I wonder if we collect friends based on what we need, or what we want to be... Reflections of ourselves, or perhaps missing pieces...? [ Half to herself, a soft, wondering rumination. ] ...Regardless, I'm happy for the company.

[ She actually has a half-formed responsible about being overbearing, not sure if she's going to complain or apologize right up until the second part of the sentence comes, shutting her up. But it does make her look a bit silly for a moment. ]

[ But ... honestly, being told she's similar to Silver makes her feel more than warm enough that she can't refute - or would even want to refute - any of that. She laughs a bit at the second part, brushing her hand on the counter and smiling. ]

Honestly, it's probably a little of both of those, if there even is a reason. People who are too similar to each other tend to end up arguing.

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