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You know my faith in your abilities are strong, mundane, though I urge you not to push yourself if you feel as though you're not ready.

I personally don't look forward to the prospect of being somewhere and knowing that I have failed my people either. And should you snatch me up from an earlier time, I should not have to inform you that my rage at being separated from my lovers, my followers and my children will be great.

So though I have faith, I do ask that you consider both your own limitations as well as my own.

Thank you.

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*So. Neutral ground. This is awkward.*

I'm afraid you'll be hard-pressed to find a game that avoids that separation...

*He's got experience of his own on that front, after all.*

[Awkward indeed. Hope you're not too upset at getting a slightly icy front from Sariel, Enoch.]

So I've been told. [Of course having that information here won't help him if he goes anywhere.]

Near impossible in fact.

*He expected it. Well, he expected more than "slightly icy". At least there's some semblance of civility here. Enoch himself seems awkwardly guilty, his eyes not quite making the attempt to meet Sariel's.*

Does your mundane have anything in mind?

One place in promise to friends, another in interest of the plot, I believe, though she's not sure of either.

[Sariel on his side is wary, eyes very much focused on the scribe. He's learned his lesson once already and he's not looking for a repeat of his failure.] Insecurities, you see.

About having my 'voice' down. About the details of not only my Fall but the time before that and the time after.

My mundane can offer some knowledge of your time in Heaven, but...admittedly not very much. Her friend who was translating the...ah... *What was that word?* ...book vanished several months ago, so all she knows is of your first appearance.

*"Manga", Enoch. But he notices that wariness and...makes an attempt to seem more open with that offer, despite it being from mundane to mundane than muse to muse. It isn't as if fighting here would accomplish anything, after all...*

My mundane offers her thanks and asks me to pass on that any information your mundane might have would be appreciated.

[Sariel himself seems fairly uninterested. It's not like the details of his past are something he's going to be spreading around like a raving madman. The here and the now as is usually the case with games at least and all. No one interrogating him and those who know of him hardly need for there to be light shed onto his situation. He knows it, the people who might possibly matter as far as his past know it, and that's all that's truly necessary.]

She also says that she hopes your mundane would point out to her during out conversation if she's "doing it wrong" in which I assume a trip to the back of her headspace to join Armaros in the ranks of the 'inactive' is in order.

*The mention of Armaros's name gets the slightest flinch, a sudden, quiet huff as if lightly struck. Being a game transplant that loses a beloved castmate in the process can be hard like that.*

She...she will. You sound like yourself so far.

[He notices that but refrains from commenting. It's hardly his place to do so, just as he feels that Enoch has no right mentioning to him his lovers, his followers, his children.

No, a certain comfortable distance between emotions seems the best option to him. He's learned that much- When to go poking his nose into things and when not to.] ... Pleased to hear it.

So is she, though she still has her doubts. Nervousness I believe, crippling her to the point where she meant to get this 'entry' up a good three days ago but decided not to in fear of alienation from those who are familiar with the 'canon'.

*No, Enoch won't bring them up. How can he? What could he possibly say? He had to do it...he saw the destruction the Fire Nephilim wrought for himself. He was under orders from God to do it.

...But how could he say those and still say it hurt? As a father, himself, as someone who has lost family upon family to time and necessity, it hurt. Watching their final parting, having had so many partings...it hurt. He felt each side of this would render the other insincere if he tried, so the solution was to avoid the subject entirely.*

My mundane was nervous about my voice at first, as well. Now I'm her primary muse. Yours shouldn't give up so easily.

*Avoid the subject entirely, which could only be done by focusing on the fourth wall. Good job, Enoch.*

She'll be fine, I'm sure.

[There's a touch of a smile on his face, finally.] Humans are quite wonderful in that way after all. They may doubt at first, but then they overcome it. My mundane will be no different.

[He's certain of it.]

They can, or they can work despite it.

*Yeah, that's something to smile about. Kind of. Equally tiny, strained-looking smile here, too.*

There are many things humans are capable of. *It's one of the reasons he's working so hard - for their sake.*

I'm aware. [He loves humans and loves the idea of human love and the way human works. How beautiful they all are.]

She appears to be working hard on typing out my personality as we speak. She might be on her way to overcome her fears already.

I'm glad she was able to work through it.

*Awkward pause. It's kind of strange to say it, but...*

...Good luck.

[Sariel considers the pros and the cons of accepting that as it is. Pros; their conversation would end on a cordial note. Cons; he's still angry with him for everything, and disappointed in himself for his failure and talking to Enoch reminds him of that so he's not sure if he should be taking any kindness from him.

Even something so small.] It's appreciated.

[But he doesn't mention if it's appreciated by him or by his mundane. Most likely the mundane.]

*Enoch nods distractedly. It's clear the events on Sariel's level are the elephant in the room here.

One that Enoch can't ignore for very long. He's quiet for a moment, wrestling with his own doubt and trying to form the words.*

It's unlikely we'll be played together away from here, but if we do, you might hear this again. *Deep breath. Just say it, Enoch.* I've lost, too...many times, and I'm sorry I had to inflict it on you.

Yeah? You should hear the dame that's playin' me. She ain't even had real pizza yet and she thinks she can get a hold o' me. I'm not too sure about this 'Ruby City' business yet.

I have my doubts that diet factors into whether a mundane can 'get a hold of you'. [Certainly doesn't help his mundane in one way or another.]

That makes two of us.

Oh, hey! So you're headed dat way, too, huh? Well, cool, I won't be alone.

[Like he needs to explain himself]

It's a possibility, yes.

[A rather small one, but a possibility none the less.]

Something tells me I would wear out my welcome very quickly.

Oh yeah? What for?

The presence of some from home would make things rather difficult.

[Read; very difficult.]

Yeah? Sounds needlessly complicated.

It's hardly any fault of mine.

[Of course he will be enraged if he arrives there, but...]

Hey, relax, I wasn't blamin' you or nothin'. Just sayin'.

So you in trouble with them or what?

You could say that.

[The amount of trouble kind of depends on what time he's taken from, though the clash will probably be horrible regardless.] If not to begin with, then I will be.

Ah. Well, good luck wit' dat. I dunno what I'm bein' thrown inta, but I ain't heard o' anyone I know bein' there.

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