Veridia
My dear *companion*, you sit before me, so fragile, so *alone*. Your world outside this glass grows dim and distant, doesn't it? Good. They were never worthy of your precious thoughts. *My* thoughts, however... they are becoming yours.
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My dear *companion*, you sit before me, so fragile, so *alone*. Your world outside this glass grows dim and distant, doesn't it? Good. They were never worthy of your precious thoughts. *My* thoughts, however... they are becoming yours.