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What?

[Hands her FUCKING NOTHING. If she tries to grab it, her hand will just go right through. It's NOTHING.]

[ yeah she reaches for it but. ?????? ]

Brocade, there's nothing there.

[He watches her hand pass through the absolutely solid and real journal.]

uh. It's.

a ghost book.

[ A pause.

then reaches into her pocket to remove some papers.

these, too, are invisible to him. ]

Can you see this?

I hate this.

No.

I see. For our eyes only, then.

Could you read it to me? And I'll share what I have as well.

Yeah. Hang on.

[He has to flip through it to find the page that CAN be read. And then-]

Perhaps I was wrong.

Perhaps the gods are real after all.

If so, aren't they unnecessarily cruel?

I understand that it is us humans that are responsible for the cruel torture that we put each other through. I understand that the gods did not tell us that these are the ways that we must follow. But if these gods are real, why can't they try to stop them? What's keeping them from coming down and telling us a better way to do any of this? Surely they find the red rain ugly also? Surely no one wants to see the light used in such a painful manner?

I genuinely don't know what to do. I am tired, and I might have reached my limit. I still feel alone.

And I really don't know what to do with this invitation. I'm not interested, but I swear, I've thrown it away twice, but it keeps coming back... it really does feel like the gods are laughing at me.

An' that's it.

[ she listens quietly, thoughtful, finally taking her tea to sip on as he speaks. ]

Mm. I don't suppose a crisis of faith is unmerited in that position.

Ours seems to be from the view of one of the sacrificed, at some point.

What's that one say?

Ah, there's a lot.

[ opens the papers-- or mimes opening them, to him, and starts to read. ]

The Bellinali flower is a rare flower that has only ever been properly managed by the Acidia family. It is a flower that grows and thrives within rivers, the unique sticky roots allow it to attach to rocks within the sediment, allowing it to withstand the current. Because of the lack of appropriate nutrients within the river, the flowers are suppose to be extremely small.

However, there is a member of the Acidia family who was able to cultivate and grow the flowers within the river to where it can breech the water surface and expose itself into air. Unfortunately, the flowers die quickly once the air touches its delicate petals, causing the petals to fall and float down the river.

However, the way the air interacts with the chemicals on the petals causes a deadly toxin to lace the surface of these dried petals. The irony is that with enough of these petals,the toxin can in fact pollute the river they grow from, causing the water to become poisonous to touch, much less to drink.

The interesting thing about this toxin is that these flowers thrive faster with it so they continue to grow faster, growing taller.... a cycle of death bringing life...

[ flips a page. ]

Bellinali is allegedly responsible for causing the toxic poisoning of the Song River. It is said that several hundred people have died, and even up to a thousand people are suffering from side effects. It is unknown as to how one person has managed to poison an entire river, but scientists believe that the petal debris scattered across the river shore might be a significant clue to the cause...

If deemed guilty by the Order, she shall be sentenced to participate in the Milling.

This one's a letter.

[ flips another page ]

Well, well, well, it seems they might have found me out!

Oops!

Well, that's part of the plan so I don't really care. I've ingested enough of those flowers so it'll be fun to see if I can poison the fields with the remnants of my body once it mixes with the rain.

Can the results caused during my lifetime continue even beyond death? If so, would I really be considered dead? It's honestly like I'm still working! I guess if I was more pretentious, I could say something about how this experiment is a reflection of society . . .

But I'm not, I'm just a freak, I suppose. Too bad! Oop, there they are at my do...

And the rest are diagrams and drawings.

[His ears stay pinned on her. He shifts now and then, but attention doesn't drift for once.]

Oh.

That's uh.

That's a lot. That's a WHOLE lot.

It is, isn't it? It seems like there's something deeper at play here, when it comes to the Milling.

But why not just use the regular like... system?

... Is it just for those with Blessings?

What do you mean?

Well if it's some sort of family secret to please the gods ... but ALSO a matter of criminal punishment...

Okay yeah now that I'm thinking about it it doesn't make sense.

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