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[loverofinnocence]

[Video feed gives way to a mostly dark room. A lamp in the far corner is dim, implying the bulb is likely on its last 'limbs'. Caim sits at his desk, so like the one he had before. Almost everything is the same, except the layout is a little different and the wall once filled with a mural in the making - later covered in black - is no longer there.

Idly the prince wonders what might have come of his room.

He makes no initial movements, simply sits and stares at his monitor. He seems more like a silhouette in those moments, but eventually his hands move. A bracelet on his left wrist makes a very soft sound as it meets his desk.]

Divine providence. It delights me not.

[It seems as good a greeting as any.]

Comments

[loverofinnocence]

How kind of you to be so direct.

[It's times like these that Caim is not only with gratitude for his behaviour regarding slight diplomacy he refused to use in his prior stay, but that he's also vaguely annoyed that he's choosing these times as of now to be at his best.]

My sister is as gentle as a flower and as soft as one. I can assure you that she has no poor habits aside from constantly living life as a self-sacrificing individual of strength and nobility.

[thewrightidea]

I can only hope that you are being truthful.

But please, now that you know that your sister is okay, it would benefit everyone if you would leave this place.

[loverofinnocence]

I imagine if death did not await me in Midgard, I would take my departure. Yet if you came from the world I do, I would find it difficult to believe you would willingly subject yourself to it.

I intend to keep my distance, yet I would also imagine you are not likely to believe anything I say. If you have more insults to fling, then I invite you to do so now.