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( she can't. if she could, she would have already cinched malkuth, taking care of anyone who might have stood in her way.

because malkuth is her employee, you see. nothing else. not friends, not imprinted.

it's nice to know yesod is not one of those stolen away though, and she smoothes her feathers before responding. )

Yes. My room. I'll prepare tea.

( she's been practicing, remembering how binah did it. she's sure they taste similar enough by now, with luck. )

I appreciate it. I'll set out shortly.

[ Rather than the prospect of tea, he appreciates the chance to resume discussing Patho-Gen with Angela — and to stay aware of her whereabouts and Malkuth's as much as possible, considering how much is withheld from the Augmented. Soon enough, he arrives to announce himself with a knock, as though this is simply a visit to another floor of the Library.

Perhaps no location is genuinely private while they have Patho-Gen technology on their person, which Yesod means to keep in mind, but their rooms in the Valentia are a better option than Patho-Gen facilities or the Syntrofos. ]

( it may as well be, as when angela opens her door, there are dozens of books strewn about her room in an orderly sort of chaos. the delicate scent of tea wafts from two cups on the table, freshly-poured, and she motions him inside. after giving a long look outside both ways, she shuts the door, locks it, and fixes the dark feathers at the back of her neck. )

You may begin.

( tell her what's up, yesod, and enjoy the rosehip tea she's tried to prepare. it's a little understeeped, but that can be fixed with time. )

[ Watching Angela as she checks the hallway and closes the door, Yesod notices her movement before she addresses him. He can't help but wonder whether it's deliberate — Angela's appearance is usually perfectly tidy as it is. Given the permanently visible physical changes that Malkuth has undergone more recently, what else lies in store for all of them has crossed his mind, as far as the progression of their Corrupted traits is concerned.

Once he and Angela are seated at the table with their cups of fragrant tea, which might make for a conversation topic itself in different circumstances, Yesod turns to the matters that have brought him here today. He gestures toward his neck, the left side where some scarring remains. ]

What do you make of the explanation that Patho-Gen has provided regarding the apparent need to carry out their corrective procedure without prior notice?

[ It's odd, he thinks, that the affected Augmented were all evidently summoned overnight, and by the sound of it, the extent of this manufacturing fault is unusual. ]

It's bullshit.

( flat and immediate. )

It's taking Augmented from all points of time--wouldn't they have caught this on those pulled long before Malkuth? ( her feathers puff slightly, irritation evident despite her neutral tone. ) They're certainly hiding something, and I am going to find out. Whatever it takes.

( no one is going to be put through a repeat of--

angela cups her drink in her hands, letting the warmth ground her. she shouldn't get so riled up. a slow exhale. )

...I do believe regular employees aren't aware of the extent of Patho-Gen's machinations, so they may be spared our inquiry. We'd have to go higher.

[ Yesod agrees with Angela's succinct opening statement. Once again, it's an all too familiar situation, the truth obscured behind some pretext, and questioning it is discouraged. It must pick at Angela's own memories, too, he imagines. ]

Yes... I doubt that Malkuth and the other Augmented were collected arbitrarily.

[ Albeit not for the nonsensical reason that Patho-Gen has presented as their convenient excuse. As sudden as it is, that very fact may indicate that they selected specific Augmented in advance, according to certain criteria. Something else, in turn, may have precipitated it.

Studying Angela, Yesod continues: ]

You won't be alone in seeking answers. [ And Malkuth herself. ] How do you plan to pursue them?

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sniffles... yesod...

angela feelings... lies on the floor

lies with.... my ruinas

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