Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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[shieldof]

[She's quiet for another long moment, then carefully reaches over and lifts the cloth she was adjusting when Shannon entered- beneath it is a glassy orb on a small metal stand. It's alight with flickering images- young dark-skinned men, often in the presence of water or beaches. Rapidly changing from image to image.]

Even among the infinite fragments of existence, you are unique. None other exists with your own memories and experiences.

[reflectsdargent]

[ It's not quite the interpretation she would take of the question, but it stops mattering immediately, as her eyes glue to the orb instead. ]

...How long does it usually take?

[shieldof]

...I'm afraid I can't say for certain. It could be within seconds, it could be days or weeks. Infinity is quite a large place.

[reflectsdargent]

[ It occurs to Shannon then, as the weight of weeks presses down on her... What did she plan to do anyway, when it finds him? It's not like Faith or her god will let her leave to bring him back to the group. ]

Am I just supposed to...wait, then? Is that what you're saying?

[shieldof]

I'm saying-

[She chews her lip for a moment.]

This may be another situation in which both of us shall have to be buttercups.

[reflectsdargent]

[ It's then and only then that Shannon turns away. She's dangerously close to bursting into tears again, after all. ]

What- [ She can hide her face, but she can't hide the way her voice hitches. ] What am I doing here?

I can't even find a little kid, what—

What the hell could your god possibly want with someone like me?

1/2

[shieldof]

2/2

[shieldof]

Per- perhaps your altruistic and selfless nature-? Ah- I mean, showing such concern for young Sir Walter, despite your own situation- many people would be focused only on their own safety?

[reflectsdargent]

[ Shannon lets out a wet, choked laugh. ]

You really don't know much about us, do you? No one would describe me like that.

[shieldof]

Yes. Well. I have chosen to do so regardless, Lady Shannon.

[reflectsdargent]

[ For a long few moments, Shannon's just quiet. She can tell... She's not going to get anything she wants out of being in here. Not tonight. ]

I'm coming back tomorrow. As many times as I need, until you can tell me where Walt is, and if he's okay.

[shieldof]

Should I find him, I will come to you immediately. But yes, of course.

[reflectsdargent]

[ There's something else on the tip of her tongue. Something else she wants to say.

But she must think better of it, because without another word, Shannon leaves Faith to her privacy, slamming the door on her way out. ]