It's funny, isn't it, how you can expect something and still be completely stunned by it? How is it possible that out of all the worlds someone could be pulled from, the Rift pulled someone out from hers. And that - of all the people it could have pulled - it was him. Mandrake. One of the few people who would both know the death sentence that had been placed upon her and recognize her face. Not that he'd ever have the guts to try to carry it out - the cowardly, snivelling little fop - but - But -
Why him? Why the boy whose life she'd saved? Why the boy who - who she couldn't help but pity, back then? In spite of everything he'd done, in spite of his threats to her and to Jakob, she still...
Shit. Shit. It's been nearly a full minute and she hasn't written anything. What is there to write? She swallows, and manages -
Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mr Mandrake.
What else can she write? There's got to be something else she can write.
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It's funny, isn't it, how you can expect something and still be completely stunned by it? How is it possible that out of all the worlds someone could be pulled from, the Rift pulled someone out from hers. And that - of all the people it could have pulled - it was him. Mandrake. One of the few people who would both know the death sentence that had been placed upon her and recognize her face. Not that he'd ever have the guts to try to carry it out - the cowardly, snivelling little fop - but - But -
Why him? Why the boy whose life she'd saved? Why the boy who - who she couldn't help but pity, back then? In spite of everything he'd done, in spite of his threats to her and to Jakob, she still...
Shit. Shit. It's been nearly a full minute and she hasn't written anything. What is there to write? She swallows, and manages -
Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mr Mandrake.
What else can she write? There's got to be something else she can write.