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Severa, I wanted to let you know that I have taken actions against Dio. He has pledged not to retaliate against any of his victims, but I don't imagine that that word will mean very much.

Should you have any further difficulty with him at all, please do let me know.

[ It's been some time since they met that first day, and perhaps sending a message now is awkward. But she's really got to do it. ]

Severa? Tachibana needs to apologize to you for something, and ask you something too.

[ On Feb 14, there'll be a tiny box of chocolates on Severa's doorstep, with a heart bracelet made out of wire tucked into it. She has no idea if Severa would even wear jewelry, but it's the thought that counts, right?

The box is clearly labeled To: Severa From: Tachibana, so hopefully no one will snake it if Severa doesn't get to it right away. ]

[A small package is left on the doorstep of Severa's cottage with a note attached.]

For a young lady who knows what she desires. Happy birthday, Severa.

[And in the package will be a pair of ruby bracelets along with a hairpin.]

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[Whenever Severa gets up and opens the front door to her cottage she'll find a wonderful gift!

It's a dead rat. A rather large one, from the lower levels of the catacombs. It must have been left sometime during the night.

There isn't a proper note with it, but there is a small piece of paper that reads

TO: Severa
FROM: Renart

In very medieval-esque handwriting.]

[It's a very simple thing. A knock on the door, she may find it outside her door, or somewhere she may frequent. But there's an origami flower left for her. Written on one petal is her name, and on the other is simply 'thank you'.]

[Espio is worried about Severa after her outburst. After the meeting, and giving Severa's friends time to talk to her, he decides to send her a message.]

This probably means nothing from a stranger, but how are you holding up?

[It's later in the evening, after others had gone home from the meeting that Monty sits down to write to the woman whose hysterical outburst had nearly stopped it entirely. He's frustrated with her, but Severa is still his friend - or she's been a friend. That had been his impression, at least. He wants to rail at her for what she'd said, post a list of names at her with how they are important and special and lost to him.

But that would be unproductive and only drive some wedge further between them. He can empathize with her more than he would like to mention. It doesn't remove his own upset, but it tempers his words.]

Severa,

I wanted to apologize for distressing you so completely today. It was certainly not my intention to do so. When I asked if everyone could please meet at my cottage today, I did not receive any responses to the negative. I had thought that settled the matter, but as others pointed out to me at the meeting, the timing was not ideal, and I could have proactively decided to push it to some other time.

As I said, though, King Sinbad's disappearance fueled some of my fervor, along with the hope that having something concrete and productive to focus on might have take away some of the pain in our hearts.

I realize I have not been a very good friend to you, if indeed, that is what I would like to count myself as to you. I have offered you condolences, spoken to you, held you, but I do not speak to you of my life beyond our sphere of two except in odd instances. I understand that you have lost more than most here, and recently at that.

But I confess your words cut me to the core. I began counting the missing, cataloging their names because one of the very first men we lost was a man I owe my life to: Ruby. He saved me when we first arrived here, and he was a strange, but good friend. When we first arrived here, we had no refuge, we had no cottages or sanctuary or taverns or parks. We had a disparate, confused group of people who had two very confusing guides, no answers for our questions, and each other. We faded more quickly than we do now, our powers of belief were nascent, and Ms. Eudaimonia and Mr. Mencius provided us with almost all of the food and water we had for the first month.

There was a woman named Lucina, her swordswoman, Severa, and her manakete, Nah. They helped establish some order in our camp, sorted out hunting for food, tried to figure out ways to make water with some of our cleverest minds, gave people some purpose and hope as we spent days walking. I admired all of them. Lucina taught me how to make a snare and spoke to me of a war fought across time itself, Severa showed me some of her sword techniques, and Nah and I shared a love and passion for reading together, just speaking to wile away the march. And then we lost two of them. Nah was alone, there was an empty place in our company where those two women had stood. And there continued to be as each person who seemed to step forward, whom I admired and spoke with, came to enjoy the company of, faded to nothing. People I owed so much to faded. We had no explanations for this. Distraction was meant to keep us there. Were we not doing enough? It certainly felt that way.

It still feels that way. I have so many people on our list of missing, and I have not been able to find any patterns, any ways to keep them here immediately and with certainty. I feel an absolute failure for it, and for each name I add that I do not have a reason for.

I'm sorry I have never shared that particular part of my heart with you. I did not wish to burden, but I see I have erred in the other direction of looking an uncaring and callous brute. I truly hope everyone who has disappeared will return to us. Even those I do not know well enough to even have names for. And I hope that you can recover, that your friends who have remained are enough to see your through, since I cannot.

You needn't reply to this. I just wanted you to know that I meant every word I said at the meeting, that I'm sorry, and that I hope you can be all right. Please know that you can call on me if you require anything.

Best,
Monty

I told Lucina that we weren't limiting ourselves to eachother for sex, but she wanted to see permission anyway. So this is asking for it.

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[not technically voicemail but...]

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6/9;may be a bit later; a gift

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