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with hope, I knew it was the right decision.
"There is? But in which one...? You must tell me!"
"It is in one of the Private Sensoriums... if you are not a Sensate, you could
not gain access."
He thought for a moment. "I must find a way... perhaps they would make an
exception for her father..."
"If you wanted, I could speak to someone. I'm certain they would make an
exception in your case."
Iannis looked relieved. "If you could, I would be most grateful."
"I will see what I can do. Farewell."
~~~~~
As always, Splinter dominated the atrium of the Civic Festhall, stoic yet
attentive. His eyes slid over to me once more.
"Greetings, traveler. How may We assist?"
"Greetings, Splinter. I've come to petition on behalf of a man, Iannis, whom I
was hoping you would grant temporary access to the private sensorium..."
"And for what reason would We allow such a thing?" There was neither
dismissal or approval in his voice, just the firmness of resolution.
"Because one of the stones there contains a fragment of his daughter's
experiences. She died far from home not having seen him in a long while,
and he mourns her loss deeply."
Splinter nodded, mulled it over for a moment, then nodded again. "Yes, We
shall allow this Iannis to enter the private Sensorium -- well-escorted, of
course. You may tell him he has permission."
~~~~~
Iannis turned as I entered and his eyes lit up hopefully. "Ah! At last! Were
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