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chroma | catchall for hot pants

Yes, I'm alright.

[She huffs.]

I'm not going to be like Malik. That's one worry off our shoulders.

[she smiles. she's still exhausted, but - it's genuine.]

I'm so glad.

I'm more than grateful. However it happened...

[Whoever did it...she wishes she could thank them.]

...however it happened, I'm sure whoever is responsible for it is glad to have been able to help you.

[she smiles]

I think this is probably what the dream I had before meant. We'd theorized that the message was meant to be "Do not murder the refracted; there are other ways."

[She's...very touched, honestly.]

You had a dream?

The other week, when I had a rose tattoo on my hand. We talked about it a little at the meeting we had that week.

[but that was like. week before last. what is time.]

...

[She nods. ITS BEEN A CRAZY LAST FEW WEEKS]

My dream was....pretty nice, actually. Peaceful.

Really? I'm glad to hear that.

[finally the prism let them have one nice thing.]

Yes. I was in this greenhouse. I was doing my best trying to plant some stubborn green beans. And then I felt like...I wasn't alone. Everyone was behind me, helping me, even though I was so tired, and so exhausted...

[A little sigh.]

You'll be alright. Don't worry was what I heard. And I was pretty calm that day, when I woke up.