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Private to Paige
I've been told you are the one to talk to for spells. I know a fair amount myself and would like to offer an assist in breaking this silence spell. My name is Raven.

Private to Green Lantern
I am going to speak with a woman who may be able to help break this silence spell. It is more difficult that I do not have my books here, most are still in my room at Titans Tower but any ideas you may have would be helpful to us both I'm sure.

I have three questions I want answered.

Where the hell am I?

Where the hell is my wife?

Why the hell isn't there a
goddamn sound in this place?

Am I dead? Is this what dead is like? All... silence and weirdness and giant, yet also silent, knights carrying me out of libraries? Because if it is... Crap, I don't even know what to say to that.

I was expecting the afterlife to be more... More. I don't know. More harps and singing and the general dancing for the good place, and fire and agony for the bad. This seems more... Weird and annoying.

EDIT: WHY DID I GET PUT IN AN APARTMENT WITH THE CRAZY WOMAN THAT PULLED A KNIFE ON ME THE SECOND SHE SAW ME?!

This is the tiniest fucking computer I've ever seen.

And I'm glad I don't have to hear all these idiots yammering, even though I don't understand why I can't talk either.