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Who: 80H and anyone
When: Day 50, afternoon
Where: Lounge; Garden Car

[80H is still mostly dead, but feeling has returned to her a little. Not enough, however.

She can be found in the garden car tending to what's there mechanically (pardon the pun), but she wanders the train and asks anyone she comes across:]

I ask you, what is the point of this mission?

[Her voice is normally very polite. It isn't now. It isn't rude either, it simply is not...anything at all. Just words in the air.]

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...Nevermind. That is not important.

[She does not know why she stopped to consider it.]

I suppose we will see if that determination is worth anything at all--assuming the prince does not fail everyone, first. I have my doubts.

Keep up this attitude, and it won't be Cardamom that fails us first.

I am no one of import.

You're here and whether you think it matters or not, we're all bound to you.

I am bound to no one here. Nor are any of you to me.

If you weren’t bound to anyone, you wouldn’t be here. You know how this system works.

I do and that is erroneous. We are each, individually, connected to the train, not inherently to one another.

[she knew what that was like. this ain't it, chief.]

If that was how it was, the bond-for-sparks thing wouldn’t work.

And yet it does, suffice it to say. The only bonds that exist are what people decide to be there. Nothing more, nothing less.

Even we assume your idea to be true, the result will still be negative and it will still impact others. You don’t live in a bubble.

Again, I am no one of import with no ties to anyone. [Everyone is so far from her mind, right now, like this.]

What I do does not matter. What I say, even less.

No. One, that's wrong. Two, that's incredibly insulting.

[scoops the butchered meat into a metal bowl and shoves it into a fridge, ignoring the WOEFULLY HUNGRY looks from her hellhound. how does a dog with flaming eyes make puppy eyes? somehow.]

You're not busy right now, we're going to go do something.

I do not see how that is incorrect nor insulting, but very well.

[she doesn't care about anything so she doesn't care to deny her either.]

What are we going to do?

I'm going to paint your nails.

If you wish.

[she will follow her anywhere]

I do.

[taking her to thyme]

[she has been to thyme once before to see where Eliza works but her insatiable curiosity just is not here. She keeps her eyes forward.]

Sit wherever you want. Don't let the dragons up on the couch, I'll be right back.

[waves her towards the living room area and ducks into her room to fetch her polishes, her dragonwolves pushing their way past her to make circles around the furniture]

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[She nods silently and waits listlessly for her return.

If any of the dragons make an attempt though, she stops them quick as lightning.]

[what if the hellhound tries to get on the couch]

[hellhound is not dragon. she didn't get instructions for that.

come chill, buddy]

[the dragons look SO betrayed, what is this UNFAIRNESS

returning with her polishes]

What color do you want? I have black, silver, or apple.

Enya, don't singe the upholstery.

[sorry guys, take it up with mama.

also BLACK FOR HER SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUL]

It does not matter to me.

[they are immediately turning hollow puppy eyes on eliza]

Black and silver then, that'll go nice with your team colors.

As you say.