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[The video's not very clear when it comes on; it's dark and gloomy, showing hints of thick dust and cobwebs--a glimpse of a window reveals deep fog--and then it shifts to Rita's wide-eyed face. When she speaks, she's trying very hard to pretend she's calm...and failing pretty horribly.]

I-is anyone else stuck in this weirdo place? I mean, it's not like I need help or anything, but-

[A loud creak and sudden clatter of footsteps interrupts her, the shutters to the window abruptly blowing open, and she jumps with a yelp.] Aah--! Uh--it's not sc--just where's the exit, already?!

[Maybe realizing that the video's still recording her little freak-out, she quickly shuts it off.]

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[ And her denying it would just confirm that it does... ]

And you two just decided you might as well keep it up here? [ He guesses that's reasonable. ]

[N-not like she'd be tsun about it or anything-!!]

Yeah. When she came back, anyway. Before, it was...[Her expression turns a bit more grim. Originally, it was after the nightmare curse.] Estelle needed it.

[ We already established that Rita never tsuns! ]

[ When the air around her changes, he sits up on his elbows. That look makes him concerned, but he doesn't know what to say, and he just falls silent for a minute. ]

... She probably likes having you close anyway.

[ It comes out awkwardly, but it's the best he could think of without totally changing the topic in case Rita wanted to continue. ]

[Yeah! So it's not even a question...!]

[Rita nods. It'd be easier to talk about it with Tyr since they kind of went through it together...or, thinking back to what happened in her dream...probably not.]

...Yeah. [Her reply comes out awkwardly too, and then she sort of tries to move on.] But she doesn't know, so--now it's just...It's nice.

[ Nope-! ]

[ He offers her a weak smile. ] Then it should stay just being nice...

[ He doesn't know exactly what happened that caused them to start sleeping together here before, but he can tell it disturbed Rita...and knowing how bad things turned last October and the surrounding months, he doesn't doubt that Estelle would need Rita.

After a moment, he carefully asks- ] ...Is it still on your mind, though?

[There's not really any reason for her to lie...besides not giving away her weakness and insecurity, but this is Tyr. So she looks down and nods.]

It's just that it's October again. It's better that she doesn't know what happened last year, but I don't want her to go through anything like that again.

[ So it was about this month... He's not surprised that she's torn up about it, but seeing her show it...that makes him worry about the two of them more. Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head. ]

We know better now, so we can make sure she doesn't... She doesn't need to know anything about it.

I know. I'm not going to tell her. [Unless Estelle really pressed; Rita can't lie to her.] But you know how curses are. She could find out, anyway, or...Or it could happen again.

[ He pushes himself up then to sit properly beside her. But she's right - Estelle could find out, either by being shown or by being hurt again - and they can't stop that. He looks down at the sheets, unsure of what to tell her. ]

...

You're right... But...there's no point to worrying about it either... If that ever happens again, the best we could do is try to get her out...

[Now that her mind's on it again, it's hard not to worry. She wasn't able to stop anything last year, so she's not very optimistic about their chances this time, either. Especially after those ghosts...]

...I hate these curses. If it weren't for those, I wouldn't care about being here. [She might even like it in some ways--mostly for the friends she's made.]

[ He falls silent again, looking over at her darkly. This doesn't even feel like it's just about last October now. ]

... Me either. We need to put up with them until we can find a way to stop them, though...

[She avoids his gaze, staring down at her hands, which she has curled into tense fists on her crossed legs.]

If that's even possible... [Her tone is low and moody, although the idea might get her thinking about it.]

It has to be. [ His voice is as determined as it is pleading. He doesn't look away from her, but he doesn't care if she doesn't look at him, either. ] We can think of something together to at least stop them from affecting us.

[ And they need hope. Tyr knows how important it is now. ]

[She closes her eyes, just thinking. She's not particularly hopeful, but...]

First we'd need to know what caused them...if they run on any kind of fuel.

[ Tyr nods. ] I'm sure they have to; they can't just exist.. The best guess I have is that they run on our magic...

Hm...Not everyone here has magic, but if it does-

[She blinks as the talk of magic reminds her of something-] Oh--the core! It should've been done ages ago.

[ He totally forgot about it, and the sudden subject change makes him lose his train of thought. ]

—Will something happen if we leave it in there?

[Rita's made a mental note to think about the curses later--which she won't forget to do--and stands.]

No, it'll be fine. I put it on a timer so it wouldn't just keep running, but we could've finished it by now!

All right— Let's just finish it now if there's nothing wrong with it.

[ He picks himself up and starts for the machine. If he were more on point, this would be sort of cool to him, seeing a blastia being made from start to finish, but his head is just sort of swimming now. ]

[She glances at him as she moves to open up the lid of the machine, which has been standing still and silent for a couple hours.]

What? You're not excited?

I am. [ He answers automatically, like he's waking up a little. But when did this get exciting?, he wonders.

That doesn't really matter, though. He walks over to peer into the machine. ] This is just...really fast. [ ...But he wants to see the new core-! ]

[She thinks he should be excited to see a blastia being made for the first time! But since he sounds like he's perking up a bit, she nods and turns back to the machine.] Good. This one's just gonna be little, but you've never seen one made before, right?

[And it might be just a simple blastia, but Rita's expression becomes a bit happier from its earlier grimness as she lifts out the round, palm-sized, white core. Its surface is smooth and shiny as she holds it out for Tyr to see.]

[ Rita being happier makes him happier, and makes his voice a little lighter. He's as amazed by the core just as much as he's surprised about how just working on the blastia again has pulled her out of her mood. ]

No... This is the first time. [ He shakes his head at her question as he looks down at the core. It's like a marble, he thinks. He sort of wants to touch it, but he keeps his hands in his pockets. ]

Do they all look like this when they're first made?

[Even now, there's never any doubt that she loves blastia...]

They're usually similar. The exact appearance depends on its function, so they could be different sizes or colours.

[After a moment, something she hadn't explained before comes to her.] Oh, yeah...Normally, we'd compress a core partway before adding part of its own formula, and then complete it. That ensures that there's an active, built-in network in the mana. But a light doesn't even need that much.

[ Tyr definitely doesn't doubt it. He thinks it's nice that they make her so happy.

When she starts explaining again, though, his attention is back on learning what she tells him. It does just look like a simple, big marble. ] I see...

[ ...But he sort of wants to see what it's like to put the formula in part way... It sounds sort of cool. ] When you make one that needs that network, let me watch. I want to see how you do it.

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