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Eszti's territorial. Walking into her apartment was a trespass. She'd have no reason to be here.

Challenging

After all these years perhaps they've developed some notion of society, even religion. Open your mind to their theologies and they may accept you as their own.

Medium

Disbelief that anybody would do anything so vulgar as know this man.

Easy

She's seething. This could go very poorly.

Medium

More curious than horrified, interestingly enough.

Medium

She's going to eviscerate you later.

Easy

See -- he has a soul.

Medium

Firm but gentle. She doesn't envy you the choice.

Medium

She pauses for a moment of internal gloating.

Medium

Piqued, can't help herself.

Medium

No mystery as to who he wants getting down on their hands and knees.

Medium

How does it feel to come face-to-face with yourself?

Easy

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Best to play along.

Easy

He's taken offense.

Formidable

A measure of last resort. Reports state it being extremely painful for the recipient.

Medium

His soul is still new to the world, fresh and vulnerable. You need to walk him back one step at a time.

Medium

Her name seems to brush across your inner thigh.

Challenging

A trace of concern. Lean into it.

Formidable

It would be so very easy to believe her. As if for you and you alone, it's no act.

Formidable

She casts it off, just like that. As if the phone was passed to a different person.

Medium

You are fucked up.

Easy

A soft, excited laughter folds into each word -- like sugar melting into warm cream.

Easy

His expression is soft, curious.

Easy

As for operant 'excommunications'... HOLOCENE is a case in point.

Easy

The text seems genuinely uncertain of what it is more interested in doing -- getting to the heart of the Opera's problems, or delivering the former director a literary pummelling.

Medium

It's his own current condition he is describing: the terminus of mistrust.

Medium

The work: To care for yourself, even and especially when no one else does.

Easy

It reads like he's mourning.

Easy

Could be anyone about to pick up. A total stranger, their life intruded.

Easy

She'd only tell you to get on an aero-tram back home again.

Medium

Recognition like that never goes amiss.

Medium

All HOLOCENE did was hunt for meaning... especially, perhaps, where it doesn't exist.

Medium

All HOLOCENE does is hunt for meaning... especially, perhaps, where it doesn't exist.

Medium

Not surprising. HOLOCENE's worldview isn't shared by many -- if anyone -- except the author of that particular book.

Medium

Artist types have their own uniform -- usually, whatever constitutes the opposite of formal.

Easy

A hint of suspicion.

Easy

She doesn't lack what's required of a boss, something else has dismantled her authority.

Easy

Finding order. She enjoys this, it keeps her together, grounded.

Medium

Some people's baseline is kindness.

Easy

This is the answer she wants to give -- carefully avoiding any mention of her 'sponsor'.

Easy

The inner core of people. She wants them to rip out whatever makes them tick.

Medium

Not a people person, then.

Medium

Translation: please, stop, I can't take this any more.

Medium

Her face softens -- an expression you haven't yet seen.

Medium

This is exactly her kind of thing.

Easy

False promises and disappointments? Those are two of your special abilities.

Medium

It occurs to you that this little magazine may well be the sum total of this woman's life and legacy.

Easy

It's almost like she's lost a fundamental part of herself.

Easy

Amid the heavy darkness that possesses her comes a sunny spell. It won't last long.