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[will_be_god]

Who: Cyrus and YOU
What: Talking
Where: Around
When: October 8-9


Cyrus hadn't felt well lately. His forced change of heart was beginning to wear on him, and he found himself confronted more and more with the echoes of the past. The world had to change. It had to. And he had to bring it about.

This world was fresh and new, but already he could sense that it was more and more illogical to attempt to mold it into that ideal.

People had not changed.

Cyrus had not changed.

And as before, he had taken to wandering the grounds with a notebook, furiously writing down everything he thought and muttering to himself nearly constantly. Only this time he wasn't blank or expressionless, seeming more sad than anything else.

And he continued to write. Go talk to him, will you?

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[ladyoftheshootingstars]

If there was anybody concerned with his welfare around the mansion, it was Rosalina. She'd become fascinated by him, and she'd become used to seeing him wandering the mansion deep in thought. But this time when she saw him, he looked... sad? It wasn't an expression she was used to from him. She wasn't exactly used to seeing much of ANY expression on him. So this felt exceptionally out of place. Enough to warrant a small intrusion on her part.

"...Are you okay?" she asked simply, cutting to the point.