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[The voice in the psychic network is even and self-effacing. It seems that all babies are safe this time. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if they were put back to sleep.]

Today I was told that some of you could pull objects out of thin air, and that I could eventually learn those same skills.

Given that my learning will take longer than smoking the rest of my pack, would anyone mind creating cigarettes for me? If necessary, I can work for them. I'm good at changing light bulbs, writing reports and tasting cake.

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She sounds pretty smart.

How old is she?

She is. And twenty three.

Well, I guess some people have to stay smart despite becoming old.

[Why are children so children. Jean is not used to them.]

I suppose so. Though it's hard for me to think of her as "old", since she's my little sister.

[Well, this child is not only a child but also a cat, that doesn't help. Double the trouble.

...And she guesses that makes sense.] So you're the eldest sibling?

[Oh no.]

Yes. There are only the two of us.

So you're supposed to be the sensible one.

[That's how older and younger siblings work in the TV shows she watches, most of the time. And when not they tend to be called out on it, so...]

[SHE IS NOT WRONG.]

I guess so...I was the one who took care of her when she was growing up, so I guess she worries a little about me now.

[Aside from the fact that her big brother is a friendless nerd who is absent-minded enough to set the kitchen on fire.]

Do you have siblings?

No. They are either dead, or I never had any. [The either-or is to be taken very literal in a child who is a merger of three people.]

Why didn't your parents take care of you?

I'm sorry. [He really is, though he wonders at the strange phrasing.]

They are dead too. [He answers with care, but without any wish to bullshit a smart child. ] They died when we were young.

I was too young to remember much about them. [Her first memory is the dread of none of them moving any more, and herself feeling weak, so weak... But then Chantalle showed up, and things were better.]

...And you didn't have grandparents to help out with raising you?

[ Yeah, that's not the most comfortable subject. ]

My grandfather and I are not close.

[And Jean prefers to keep things that way, though his sister has different ideas.

He adds, very gently.]

Do you have friends here?

I do!

And Gil's my adult. [Look, she has a dedicated adult, no need to worry about her being an unsupervised minor.]

Though half of them are stupid and don't remember that they knew me before coming here. [She is somewhat aware that that is obviously not their fault, but just as obviously she doesn't care; they're still stupid.]

[Yeah, he has heard about memory loss and whatnot. He's honestly terrified of it. ]

Sometimes adults don't know better. You know that, right?

Yeah.

But you need an adult because people will ask you were your parents are and won't give you a job, at least not with fair conditions, and won't always trade with you or let you into places. [Adults are one of those necessities of life, like water. They can be pleasant under very specific circumstances and in general they're just a necessary background.]

Don't worry. You'll soon grow up and get rid of them faster than you think.

Probably.

[She sounds dubious. Mostly because - well. Nobody knows what will happen to them once the Arcanas' game ends, so if she can't escape before it does.. and even back home, the life she lives probably doesn't lend itself to getting terribly old, though that's not a thing that she really dwells on.

The future where she's an adult is a long way off, anyway.]

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