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S1 EPILOGUE | FIONA.

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[ Where would she go?

The question catches her completely and utterly off guard. Surprise written all over her face as she has to stop and actually consider the question. ] Er—

[ Because she's never had to consider it; the news of the timeline's newest crisis broke out before she could actually think about where she'd go. And once staying became an option, she took it without a second thought. But now— ]

I suppose... [ She thins her lips, as her gaze trails off to the side. ] I could return home. [ There isn't much for her there, but ... she could. Probably not the strongest answer she's had. ]

I KNEW i was missing some thread somewhere

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[Unconsciously, Fiona's expression mirrors Lucina's, pursing her lips as she studies her carefully. Perhaps it's too awkward to be, like, staring at her though -- Fiona is bad with emotions and this is an Emotional Moment, so she glances off to the side as well.]

You could. Or somewhere else. [She glances back to Lucina then, eyebrows raised.] If you wanted, I mean. The universe-- multiverse. Is your oyster.

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[ Somewhere else — isn't really much of an option, even after the first moment of consideration. For one reason or another. She's too attached, too stuck on the idea of trying to choose between here and home.

So she breathes. An inhale, then an exhale, before her shoulders loosen again and she's back to a certain level of composure. It's not an answer, but — ]

I suppose I could — but again, I would rather see this to the end. [ It's something. ]

TRUTH THREAD | VERONICA.

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Being able to succeed in saving at least one ... timeline of my home. [ It's not her's. Her's is long go to her, she knows, but she wouldn't used every chance she got if she tried to make distinctions like that every time. Facts are facts, but she loves every single one all the same. ] I'm glad that I was able to see to it to the end.

[ She watches as the orb burns brighter than ever before, taking a few moments until it fizzles out completely. ] ... Oh. [ And in their place are the two marble replicas. ]

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[Veronica reaches forward to take the marble. She rolls it around in her palm curiously, wondering how well it'll work.]

I have my suspicions that this will make your job far easier.

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Oh? [ She's ... not entirely sure what they'll do, in all honesty. It's not unlike Hathaway to give them something that will help, but— ]

What do you suppose it is?

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[Veronica offers her a cheerful, easy smile before long. She motions to her magitek.]

Have a look at the instructions. I suspect that will make a lot of our current plans null and void given the ease of utilizing this.

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[ Ah, she probably should have continued reading. But at least it's not too late before her eyes flicker over to her device, and ...

She lets out a small chuckle, less with humor and more with fondness. ] I may need a location, still, but — yes. It's rather convenient, isn't it?

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Are you telling me that you aren't prepared to guess from a mere splotch of my surroundings? [There's a teasing hint to her tone. No one would expect Lucina to be that diligent.]

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I can— [ Try, earnest and genuine before she can really read into the tone. She catches it quickly enough though.

So she takes a moment, and settles for— ] Perhaps someday. [ Just as light as Veronica in theory. In practice, well — jokes are hard, okay. ]

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Well, perhaps we can improve our reconnaissance skills together. It may be a boon for both of us.

[But unlikely as a real necessity.]