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is that? People should be less eager to avoid conversation with you, now."
I smiled, "Thanks, Vivian. Farewell."
~~~~~
Marissa's cold, cruel voice hissed from out of the darkness. "It returns! You
have a reason for coming this time, I trust? Or just more of your pointless
questions?"
"Actually, I've brought your Crimson Veil..."
"Then would you please hand it over?" She didn't sound as pleased as I'd
hoped.
"Of course. Here you are..."
I held the Crimson Veil before me, and felt her take it from my hands. "Ah.
Yes, much better." Two shining points of red light appeared as she opened
her eyes. "So that's what you look like... perhaps I would have been better
off with my eyes shut."
~~~~~
I returned to Fall-From-Grace. The lack of a tenth student left a
discomforting void in the back of my mind, yet I hoped my answer would
suffice, "I spoke to nine of the students, as you asked... but I could not find
the tenth."
Her smiled softly, and her tone was coy, "And you could not find the tenth
student? How curious."
"I'm thinking the tenth student is me. In which case, I have spoken to all of
them."
She nodded. "Very well. And your thoughts?"
"I have learned what it means to aspire to be a Sensate, and that it is better
to go in search of experience rather than have it come to you."
Fall-From-Grace nodded again. "Very well. I will travel with you, if you still
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