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[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

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[dendarii]

Do it for both reasons, then. I don't mind.

[ He reaches over for his comm so he can send her Haen's contact info. ]

[keep_nothing]

Thanks, love.

[dendarii]

Sure.

[ ... A slight pause. ]

Don't tell Da, please. I want to surprise him.

[keep_nothing]

... You think that'll be a good surprise?

[dendarii]

Wouldn't it be? To walk in and see me whole for the first time in my life?

[keep_nothing]

You forget that "your life" has only been a week or two over one month for us.

[dendarii]

Even so. You can't tell me he wouldn't enjoy that. Hell, I'd do it now if it didn't hurt so damn much.

[keep_nothing]

Wait, what? Is it going to hurt you to do this?

[dendarii]

-- no, no. This isn't going to hurt at all. I meant with my regular powers.

[keep_nothing]

Oh, you mean grow taller then. You had me worried for a moment.

[dendarii]

No, Mother. The entire point is to manage it in a healthy way. Honestly, I thought that would be obvious.

[keep_nothing]

[ She gives him a knowing look. ]

But if it gave you what you wanted, would you have balked at a little pain to achieve it?

[dendarii]

... Well, no.

[ And this is hardly a simple, harmless sort of want for Miles. The roots intertwine around some very vital and delicate parts of himself. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ She holds up her hand, him having just proved her point. ]

Hence my worry.

[dendarii]

Most of my life is pain, Mother. If I let it stop me, I'd likely be living in a floater.

[keep_nothing]

That doesn't mean you have to go and heap more onto yourself, love.

[dendarii]

Maybe I want to.

[keep_nothing]

Maybe you're insane, [ she says fondly. ]

[dendarii]

Also entirely possible.

[ He finishes off his glass. ]

[keep_nothing]

No, no, that's a certainty.

[ She reaches for the bottle, silently asking if he wants a top up. ]

[dendarii]

I blame my upbringing.

[ Oh, yes. He's rapidly approaching his two glass limit here. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ Isn't that actually your third, dear? She pours him more anyway. ]

That's why it's a certainty.

[dendarii]

[ Third, right. He's beginning to teeter. ]

And yet somehow I'm still here, making insane decisions.

[keep_nothing]

[ She tops off her own before putting the bottle back down. ]

Speaking of insane decisions ... how was it? Ultimately and in the end.

[dendarii]

With Jim, you mean?