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[ofnovalue]

From: Anonymous
Date: April 17th

I know this may seem like such a trite and of little worthy regard given all that has happened over the last several weeks, but truly, I am a fool who has allowed their thoughts to be consumed with but one thing when I should be focused on my service here. Forgive this, and my fool's heart, but I feel as if I can no longer simply let this fester in my mind.




What does it mean if the very idea of love brings naught but profound pain? The sort that makes your chest ache tremendously, and your mind to burn as if buried in embers. When the very idea of it inspires tears, and no happiness can be found?

I can find none who know this pain. Am I damaged in some way? Is my mind and heart corrupted by a sort of blight we know not of?

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[ofnovalue]

I



will try.

[ Even if she couldn't divorce pain from love, and couldn't begin to fathom why that was, talking to Agrias was something she never found truly difficult. Being around her eased her heart... She could leave the love behind, possibly, with enough time. ]

Thank you, again. I cannot truly express how grateful I am for your wisdom.

[hypomeneo]

[It helped me too.

... because he got to share a bit of what is troubling his soul.]

You're welcome.

I'm here to listen and talk to if you ever need it in the future. You're not alone in this.

[ofnovalue]

Is there a means you preferred to be contacted by?

[hypomeneo]

Email is just fine. I like writing. I think you have my handle?

[ofnovalue]

As strange as these machinations are, I do believe I am competent enough at this point to fair well in obtaining that information.

[hypomeneo]

Technology is a little tricky for me so I am never quite sure when I use this thing if the necessary information is coming across. That's good to hear.

[99.9% of mages are technophobes and live as isolated from technology as possibly. Waver is the rare exception but he is by no means fluent in everything.

This includes social media.]