SONYA CATCHALL

[immortalpoet]

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[immortalpoet]

...I think you just want a way out of this, and are hanging onto misplaced hopes. The City may have its marvels. It doesn't exactly mean they're saved for the likes of you.

[He doesn't actually entirely disagree, but the last thing he wants is to reassure Sonya by any means. He wants to be as blunt as a hammer.]

[dysnowpian]

Some of us have to be optimists, you know. [ But really, his assessment of Sonya isn't wrong. ]

And you can't see what you're blind to, either.

[immortalpoet]

Optimism is an aberration, Sonya.

[Nobody can hope for better. Not when the City exists.]

I can see just find. You have your head lost in the clouds.

[dysnowpian]

I would argue that to dream requires getting a bit lost. But, we'll see at the end won't we?

[ Which will be fire. Until their graveyard reunion. ]

[immortalpoet]

What will we see? Your death? Consequences are coming, Sonya.

[dysnowpian]

Most likely. But you'll see more too, even if it might take some time.

[ Always with time, twisting it however he pleases, even if it's just for himself. ]

[immortalpoet]

Wow. Such high hopes for me. If I didn't know better, it would almost sound like you like me.