Dawn nodded as she listened. It jibed, in its way, with what Halbjorn had said, about someone who'd found more importance in studies than people and slowly receded.
She nodded. "I kinda... inherited her room. She didn't have many keepsakes, but there was a picture of the Vincent from the FF," she said. "I'm guessing that is... was? You?"
That she could take that even in a little bit of stride was a testament to how used to the crazy she was becoming.
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