AUDIENCE: DOROTHY

[retellers]

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[misstrust]

So we weren't completely cut off... I'm glad for that, at least.

[retellers]

Small mercies. How are you feeling now?

[misstrust]

Less like I'm on the verge of death.

[ The bar was low. ]

[retellers]

Better than nothing, I suppose!

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy huffs out a little laugh. ]

True enough.

Are you able to tell me how many... [ she sighs ] ... murders it would take to bring those in our Faction back? Or how many more murders, at least?

[retellers]

[ ... ]

Two in total, so one more would be necessary for our team.

[misstrust]

... [ She lowers her head, breathing out quietly. ]

Understood. If that's what it takes...

[retellers]

[ ... ]

Don't do anything rash just yet. At the very least... find the other team member I've pointed you towards, first.

[misstrust]

[ To that, Dorothy smiles faintly. ]

I'll do you one better and find all of them.

[retellers]

[ they let out a light laugh. ]

Well, it should be easier now than it was in earlier weeks, at least. Good luck.

[misstrust]

Thanks.

[ She reaches for her crutches, to push herself up-- then pauses, glancing towards Fox. ]

... Will I ever be able to see your face?

[retellers]

[ ... ]

Why the sudden curiosity?

[misstrust]

I just know that sometimes I get tired of wearing a mask, that's all.

[ She flaps a hand. ]

It's not anything too important.

[retellers]

I've gotten used to it.

[misstrust]

I'm sure you must have.

[ Well, then. ]

If you don't need me for anything else, then... enjoy your tea.