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Liem Talbott

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Liem's mindscape is dark; quiet; contemplative. Any feelings or sensations that Liem doesn't intentionally project himself seem distant, as though echoing from a far-off room. Following any given sense to its source is bafflingly difficult.

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[Is she angry at him, or is she angry at whoever had done this to her? Liem, who had concealed the truth of his heritage and nature from her for an entire year, or the person (demon) who had stripped her of her of any ability to fight with drugs and bondage so that he could then rob her of her dignity and any sense of belonging she might have just been beginning to foster in the faction and friends she had chosen?

... Maybe it is both. But one burns far brighter and far more violently than the other. As if becoming aware that the emotion is shining wet and hot in her eyes, she quickly averts her head again, her fingers curling into tight, impotent fists. (For half a second, it looks like her left eye's iris lingers on Liem's form longer than the right one does.)

There is a part of her still that wants to rail against him, to accuse him of gathering sick stories about how she has retreated into shame to relate to a demon over tea, or perhaps simply trying to assuage his own guilt for how dark and rude and lewd he had been when he spoke to her of his blood habits. But she cannot deny that... in that room in Kowloon, in the midst of all that pain...

She had still wanted Liem to come rescue her. Not that she thought it possible, not in that time frame and not against that opponent. But before reality set in, before the demon questioned who would bother noticing she was even gone, before the whispers that reminded her that everyone she cared might not care enough to even condemn the man who ripped her eye from her skull and was even in that moment cutting into the scars he'd left behind, she'd wished-]

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[... Liem could use spells. Liem could possibly tell her if the thing in her head was cursed, or rotting, or designed to eat her from the inside out. It was just practical, to let him come see her. That's all. (That's not all. They must speak of the blood, she must admit what had been done to her in the first place-)

But it gives her just enough of an excuse to nod tightly, already beginning to fade away from the exposing connection of Communion.

He can come see her.]