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for some time now. Have we met before?"
"I think so. I can't really remember myself."
"Hmmm. Frustrating for us both, it would seem."
"Excuse me for asking, but are you all right?"
Iannis sighed. "I do not wish to burden you any further... as I mentioned to
you before, I lost my daughter not long ago. There was also the fire... but
that is another matter."
I nodded. That chill grew sharp and sent needles along my back, but I asked
anyway. "Tell me more about your daughter."
Instantly, Iannis seemed to collapse into himself. "Yes..." His businesslike
facade drained from his face, to be replaced with cold despair. "My
daughter, Deionarra, passed away some time ago..."
I stood, dumb and still as a cold chill lanced into my bones. My lips parted in
shock, my eyes widened. Deionarra. I could almost hear the tender whispers
and half-slurred murmurs of passion, feel the shy blushes and heavy
caresses. There was a cold emptiness from the echo of memory, barren of
love and bound with ruthless deception.
Iannis may have said something, but I found it hard to listen.
"Tell," I swallowed, doing my best to pull my mind together, "Tell me about
her. What was she like?"
"Deionarra? She was... young. She had recently joined the Society of
Sensation, the Sensates... not an unpleasant faction, but she had also met
someone there... she followed him on a journey and there, she died. Her
bod..." He looked pained. "I was not even able to recover her body..."
"You say she was a Sensate?"
"Yes... " He became slightly more animated, as if warming himself on a
precious memory. "She had joined them because of her gift... and the fact
there was so much about the multiverse that she wanted to experience. The
Sensates lend themselves readily to the sharing of experience and
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