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[shirleyhopeful]

This is Shirley Fennes speaking! Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

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[asea]

Everything's fine.

[She was dwelling on something like that?]

Don't forget to contact Death the Kid.

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[shirleyhopeful]

I won't but ... [Man, how does she approach this?]

Isn't it term that the Orerines use for the Ferines?

...And it seems like you don't mind?

[Has Shirley finally gotten her wish?!]

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[asea]

. . . Why would I mind?

[She was right that the terminology was largely reserved for the people of the land—though he identified with neither races involved.]

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[shirleyhopeful]

It's a term that the Ferines doesn't like so...I was surprised to see you use it.

[As much as Shirley was happy to hear that Walter didn't mind, it was rather strange that it was something he got over so quickly...]

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[asea]

It doesn't concern me what they don't like. History has coined the name for them.

[Simply straight up. There was no inflection in his voice—he was as normal as could be, the way he spoke.]

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[shirleyhopeful]

[Shirley thought about what to say to him. It was strange, she never thought about what would happen if Walter didn't let his hate define who he was.]

I suppose but...I'm glad to see that it doesn't bother you as much as it once did.

[She said before giving a small smile at his direction]

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[asea]

[He didn't return the smile, though it certainly didn't mean he was upset.]

Back then . . .

[He shook his head.]

In any case, race doesn't mean anything in Vatheon.

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[shirleyhopeful]

Back then?

[She questioned but she was not going to push it any further then needed.]

Yes, you are right, race does not mean anything here. It is important that we stick together to help everyone here in Vatheon and something like race will prevent that!

[Then she let out a pause.]

...It makes me really happy to hear, Walter. It really does. [Probably more than he can imagine.]

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[asea]

[Back then, he might have been happy to hear those words (that is, if he wasn't bothered by the reason behind them). That he'd pleased the Merines by his own actions rather than incur her scorn for what he'd done—the shattered pride of which he could have picked up the pieces by the acknowledgment. But now wasn't then, and he felt, at most, a slight stir.

What did this girl mean to him?

He really couldn't imagine it.]

We have something else to prevent. Don't forget.

[With that final reminder of the appointment she'd made in regards to the coral, he left the room, this time undisturbed.]