inside the labyrinth walls, there lies a tiny child... [open]

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This was an illusion. Precia knew that; she herself had been the one to program the parameters for this particular place. Still, as she sat with the (false; she knew it was false, even if it felt real) sun at her back, a warm breeze blowing through the grass, it was all too easy to let herself believe it.

She smiled, picking daisies and braiding them together. "Alicia? Here you go." A small girl with blonde hair came over to her, and Precia crowned her with those daisies. "My pretty princess."

This couldn't last forever, she knew that perfectly well. But...as it was, she could stay a while longer.

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"..."

That wasn't a question Precia had expected. A storm of emotions moved across her face - anger, disappointment, a flicker of sadness, rage. Why did she care? Why was she letting this woman, this failure, affect her? She didn't know.

"...I don't have to explain that."

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She hadn't expected an answer, not really. This almost felt like the longest conversation she had ever had with this woman; at least, one that didn't involve blows. So what could she say? She wanted to help Fate. She wanted to help her get through to her mother. She would do anything to facilitate that. So why was it so hard?

"Fate's worried about you," she finally said, unable to come up with anything more eloquent.

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"Is she now?"

There wouldn't be blows in this conversation. If it had been anywhere else, there might have been, but...not now. Even if this was an illusion of Alicia, and not the real girl, she could control her fury.

"She has nothing to worry about. I do not intend to ruin her life here. She's been making her own decisions for some time now, hasn't she?"

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"I know that... that's not what I'm worried about!" Arf replied, before realizing her own verbal slip up. "I mean, what she's worried about..." she corrected, though the meaning of the slip was obvious. It would have been clear as day to anyone just how worried about the situation Arf was. Which was why she had to tread with caution.

"Fate's never cared about her own well-being when it comes to you. She wants to help you, that's why she's worried."