I wish to request a sparring partner, particularly one who has talent with swords. My fighting style has been in much upheaval recently, and I would like to become more comfortable with it.
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I wanted to congratulate you for your victory that occurred last Friday. I am sorry if I seemed uncomfortable; it was not anything that you did. I am out of practise, I am afraid. How embarrassing! But the match was a good one and I am glad that you went as far as you did. Thank you for being so kind.
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[ Filtered Private ]
Tiny defeats lead to such vast recriminations. I will participate in the next bout. My ego should welcome any bruising it gets.
To work: there is much to understand. For all the knowledge I have gained, I know that my eyes are yet to open. If this is an afterlife, it is the strangest one I have known. This talk of "fictional" is nearly irrelevant; what does it matter what I am so long as I am? I have been undone enough to welcome breathing air. I do not deserve this world's considerations, and yet here I am. I do not deserve companionship, and yet I have several people I might call on. This mercy, this forgiveness - was it here all along? Is it a gift from the good Hunter?
It is strange, to be so truthful to Verity and yet feel as if I am hiding a secret. There is truth and then there is heart, I think. I wonder how deep her differentiation goes. I wonder if it goes through every layer until it hits blackest depths. Perhaps. She surrounds herself with us regretful liars. I wonder if that is her intent.
I do not want to be a thing. I wish to be deserving. I will keep trying.