[lune pauses a moment, seeming thoughtful in exactly what to say next
and he settles into a smile next, gently amused and slightly more relaxed]
... Tsurumaru has been feeling rather neglected, you know. Even for all my attempts, I cannot be with him always. In addition, I cannot say he entirely grasps the concept of limitations.
I wonder what else he might've said to others, in his bids for attention. Or what others who have departed might have expressed, if they were feeling similarly antsy...
I shall say that even now, I think there is reason to have faith. While I believe that all things are meant to be broken one day - that does not mean that I also think ending everything prematurely is the answer.
[which is probably about as specific as lune can hope to get]
The nature of the messages are curious - if you have but only one chance to speak to a person each day, who would you choose to relay your messages to? It is still new, and while Tsurumaru perhaps find himself in want of attention [needy] by the time he reached your name...
I think you know just as well as I do who he would have contacted prior to that.
I intend to speak with Ookurikara, of course, but unless Tsurumaru just went down the list in alphabetical order, I didn't exactly monitor whom he associated with.
I assure you he possessed a bit more sense than some might give him credit for.
... though I cannot say the same of others... so perhaps you ought to work a bit quickly in discerning who else might know what you do. [lune's eyes turn cold for a moment, as if reflecting on something unpleasant] The number is still very small. Perhaps it ought to be kept that way, until more information comes to light.
Though I suppose that is merely an old man's thoughts on the matter.
but perhaps the shadows that seem to snake up his neck and around his mouth are even more concerning now that his face is visible. they slither around his throat, seeming to constrict, even as his eyes narrow more in irritation than actual fear. whatever he was about to say is muffled, even as he tries to speak again.
only to find the hands grow tighter still, and the spark of displeasure grows in lune's eyes
. . .
only after another moment does he seem to finally acquiesce, exhaling through his nose as the shadows recede. he seems thoughtful, as if he's once again trying to decipher a way to work around his constraints]
... I had said - each of you are certainly doing your best to help in the ways you can.
I suppose it might depend on the information that you seek... It's become evident to me that some matters are only meant to be passed around through each of you, and I am not allowed to deliver it, as much as I would like to.
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and he settles into a smile next, gently amused and slightly more relaxed]
... Tsurumaru has been feeling rather neglected, you know. Even for all my attempts, I cannot be with him always. In addition, I cannot say he entirely grasps the concept of limitations.
I wonder what else he might've said to others, in his bids for attention. Or what others who have departed might have expressed, if they were feeling similarly antsy...
Birds of a feather, and what have you.
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Are you saying there's more to this, then? I'd rather not go around trying to contact people only to get ten variations of "everyone must die".
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[which is probably about as specific as lune can hope to get]
The nature of the messages are curious - if you have but only one chance to speak to a person each day, who would you choose to relay your messages to? It is still new, and while Tsurumaru perhaps find himself in want of attention [needy] by the time he reached your name...
I think you know just as well as I do who he would have contacted prior to that.
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While he wished to laugh as much as the next...
I assure you he possessed a bit more sense than some might give him credit for.
... though I cannot say the same of others... so perhaps you ought to work a bit quickly in discerning who else might know what you do. [lune's eyes turn cold for a moment, as if reflecting on something unpleasant] The number is still very small. Perhaps it ought to be kept that way, until more information comes to light.
Though I suppose that is merely an old man's thoughts on the matter.
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Is this why someone eliminated Swift Wind?
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How would someone receive that information so early?
[it's a little hard for lune to talk about murder motivations unfortunately but please take your hints where he can give them, shess]
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For that matter, where are the deceased even getting their info from?
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but perhaps the shadows that seem to snake up his neck and around his mouth are even more concerning now that his face is visible. they slither around his throat, seeming to constrict, even as his eyes narrow more in irritation than actual fear. whatever he was about to say is muffled, even as he tries to speak again.
only to find the hands grow tighter still, and the spark of displeasure grows in lune's eyes
. . .
only after another moment does he seem to finally acquiesce, exhaling through his nose as the shadows recede. he seems thoughtful, as if he's once again trying to decipher a way to work around his constraints]
... I had said - each of you are certainly doing your best to help in the ways you can.
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Depending on what one perceives as help, that could mean quite a few things.
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Provided that all of it is true.
[but lune will just help himself to some tea now that he's not at the risk of being choked]
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[just sharing that]
But I suppose that is why I stress the importance of knowing one another.
Your fates are far more intertwined than even the young one and I could've guessed initially.
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[wow he loves this]
I asked you a while back about making trades for info. Do you have an answer yet?
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It may count as interference on my part.
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I am doing my best to assist you in my own way, my friend.
I only hope that we do not have a repeat of Milla and her gift horse.
[aka lune's hints not getting read correctly]
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[why are you doing this to him when he's in renewed mourning after the boggart incident]
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I have faith in you. That is not a misleading statement, or a hint.
Merely a fact.
If it is any condolence, I try to give similar advice to others.
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[there is a smile at that]
I advised Milla on gift horses approximately a week before the trial that Swift Wind was found guilty.
Perhaps if she had passed on the notion to another, it may have gone farther and faster?
Or perhaps... my ways of getting around my collar shall simply need to be more creative.
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Should we be recounting our conversations with you word-for-word to each other, then? Hard to know to share without knowing what's worth sharing.
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[though at that, lune will just seem thoughtful before smiling]
I will simply have to make my suggestions more avant-garde, and see what is able to filter through.
[well,]
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