[ they huff a sigh through their nose, but say nothing more. They don't even know where to begin looking; they never spent any time reading the historical and crafting documents the gems kept, for fear of ruining them with their staining poison. There's only one thing they know about it. ]
... The kind we use at home is made with sap from a certain kind of tree that grows on our island.
[that's fine, lune seems to be familiar enough with the library to reach the side of the library that would have more information on this. does dana know where it is? no, but lune would]
Could you tell me more about your home? There are other gems such as yourself?
[ this is a miserable topic, but whatever. They put themself in this hole. And they'd better play along if they want their arm back. ]
... Some of us were destroyed recently by the Lunarians. But the biggest loss is because there was a traitor among us who convinced some of the others to join them.
We survived. Recovery or not, we'll continue to exist.
[ they don't know if things will get better, or if they're simply drawing towards an inevitable ending for everything, but they do know that, somehow, they and the others are still hanging on to their fragile existence. ]
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[ they sound a bit edgy at the suggestion he might not be able to make it, though. Then what will they do...? ]
... You think you can't?
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[lune sees no reason why they shouldn't just read about anything they're unsure about? what else are books for, after all]
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... The kind we use at home is made with sap from a certain kind of tree that grows on our island.
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Could you tell me more about your home? There are other gems such as yourself?
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Mm. [ they cross their arms... or, well. Arm and a half. ] There used to be 28 of us, but now there are 16, including me.
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they'll listen to cinnabar as they go]
May I ask why your numbers have lessened?
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[ this is a miserable topic, but whatever. They put themself in this hole. And they'd better play along if they want their arm back. ]
... Some of us were destroyed recently by the Lunarians. But the biggest loss is because there was a traitor among us who convinced some of the others to join them.
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... I am sorry for your loss.
You must care deeply for your comrades.
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Your sympathy is worthless. Nothing can change what happened. We'll never go back to the way things were.
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[ they don't know if things will get better, or if they're simply drawing towards an inevitable ending for everything, but they do know that, somehow, they and the others are still hanging on to their fragile existence. ]