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Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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Correct.

Beyond that, though . . . I don't think she cared a bit about other people.

Desensitized, perhaps.

she sounds like the sort of woman you'd need to meet to understand.

but on the subject of your own death, the best i can give is that you died with your beloved, instead of having to live and grieve without them there, that though the pain fills you, in death you could remain together. take solace in the fact that now, you are alive - look to all the small things that fill up your life, from the feeling of waking up to the satisfied exhaustion after a good day, and know you get to experience them again.

[. . .]

And is that the advice you give yourself, when you see the dead in your dreams? That you know you're alive now, and that your life is full of a joy your dreams don't contain?

i take my own pulse and breathe deep until i'm back to a resting heart rate as a form of self soothing. interpret that as you will.

A much more sensible way of returning to reality than some of the methods I've been prescribed.

[There's another little pause. If texts can sound stiff, this does, but that doesn't mean it's not genuine.]

I keep odd hours, as I suspect you do. But if you wake from one of these nightmares again and wish to either speak of it or of nothing at all, I hope you know I'd be more than willing to chat with you.

that's much appreciated, rosalind. please know that the same offer extends to myself, for i will certainly pick up the phone for a friend who needs me.

And if I'm nothing more than bored?

you need me to deliver you from boredom, in that case.

You may be called upon to interrupt a staff meeting. Be told.

[But that's not all she wants to say. Hmm . . .]

. . . but I think I'd like to visit you again soon.

[God, but she's so clumsy at this. She wishes she weren't. She wishes she knew how to say something along the lines of do you want to talk about it and I'm afraid too and I know you'll likely tell someone else, but if you do wish to talk, I'm willing to listen. Ostensibly she's said that last point, but it doesn't feel as though she did a good enough job.

So perhaps this will help. An offer of distraction, if nothing else.]

you're always free to. my door is always open to a friend, i like to say.

[there's a lot on her mind - it happens, every once in a while. these memories haven't been helping with any of that.]

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