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[When Miria finally wrote to the network, her handwriting was slightly messier than usual. Her hands shook during a few parts of the letter.]

Private FROM Isaac Dian

I hope I'm not bugging anyone, but I... have to know. In these memories, has anyone seen a young boy? Black hair, wearing a brown suit. He looked really hurt... and I just want to know if he's okay.

I know this is a long shot, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can answer me.

Oh, and could people avoid telling Isaac about this? Thanks.

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[Please mistrust her sincerity not when she prefaces her comments like so:]

Not - to put an early damper on your peace of mind, darling, but...

Assuming those are memories, then, well - even if somebody's had matching ones, who's to say that he would be fine or not now?

[When she switches to video, she doesn't look so good. Mainly, she looks tired and terrified. Her voice cracks a little.]

I... know. It's just... I didn't know him... or maybe I did, I'm not sure... But in the memory I really wanted him to be safe and...

[She's visibly trembling.]

Hush. [That came out a bit abruptly-whinnied - but without a trace of sharpness; more than anything she's jarred, worried, and greatly unsettled to see this mare who before she's only ever seen surrounded by such lively, cheery energy like this.]

I -- ... [She hasn't the foggiest idea of what to say. She hasn't done anything quite like this before - with words, at least.]

These things come in pieces! ...Do they not? [She tried to drop a little bounce of a giggle of ease in there before the trail-back-in.] That is - surely you'll fill in all the important details in time... and my dear for now you really look like you could use a bit of rest.

[She takes a deep, shaky breath before responding.]

Y-yeah.

I just... needed to ask.

[Upward nod and fidgety ear-twitching.] Well of course you did!

But, now, it'll hardly do any good working yourself into a state. [Trying to keep her tone casual and with melody enough to reassure. It isn't entirely at ease any more than she is herself.] I must say it's dreadful seeing you quite like this - my dear friend!

[Added on as a verbal gesture - but she really does like you, Miria!]

[Oh no, she alarmed someone.]

I-I'm sorry. I didn't want to worry you...

Ohh, don't be! -- Don't be. Darling. [Injecting another bit of whinnying bubble.] ...It's precisely what friends do - no?

[She hasn't verbalized a sentiment like that before, either - hopes it is some comfort and not plain out of place...]

["Friends". Somehow, that comment greatly cheers her up. She smiles weakly at Cinderella.]

I... Thanks. I really...

Thanks.

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I'm afraid that's a bit vague... But I'll keep an eye out. If you saw him in one of your echoes, maybe he's going to get an echo too?

[ Nosy nosy. ]

Should you be hiding this from your husband, though? It obviously bothers you.

It... was pretty gruesome. I might be better if, whoever he was, he didn't know about it.

...If I told him, he might remember too.

Ah, I see. I can respect that. Some things are better off not remembering, huh? I've got one of those memories too.

...Oh.

Are you okay?

O-oh, nono, I'm fine now! Obviously. [ No worries here! ] Past-me was okay, too. I could heal--can heal.

Heal?! That sounds ridiculously helpful!

[Wouldn't it be great to have that, Miria?]

Yeah, it really is! Saved my skin at the mind, that's for sure.

[ Gosh Miria it's like he immortal or something! ]

All I had to help was my baseball bat!

And Vanessaa and Isaac. We're lucky Vanessa's pretty awesome.

[Gee, being immortal sounds like something you'd like, Miria!]

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I don't remember anyone like that. Sorry.

[And a few minutes later in a private text. Because she remembers how shaken Miria looked after the fight and it's odd seeing only one of these two on the network.]

Are you doing alright?

[Miria's grateful for the more familiar face on the network.

Thanks for trying, though.

I... I don't think I am, actually.

[She's quiet for a little while. She's looked through the public conversations up above so she gets the gist of whatever Miria got. She... might have an issue or two with being called "awesome" but that's not the point right now.

Finally, after a minute or two.]

Want to go get drunk or something?

[There's a long pause.]

I don't think I've ever gotten drunk before.

[That's not even the least bit surprising.]

Then it shouldn't cost too much.

...

Okay, I'm in!

[Because new experiences! ~~And to look cool.~~]

Okay. I can meet you at your place?

Sure thing!

[She sends some directions, just in case. After all, if they can get lost on the way home, why shouldn't anyone else?

In the time before Vanessa's arrival, Miria spends her time picking clothes. What does a person wear when they plan to get drunk?

Eventually, she picked out a light blue, knee length skirt, a white blouse, and black flats. She also put her hair into a ponytail. Overall she was ready to take on the world. And get drunk.

(Isaac decided to spend his time working in the store. Wouldn't want the accountant to yell at them again.)

So, Miria stands in wait close to the front of the shop. She's practically shaking in excitement.]

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