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[ The video flickers on to Leto sitting on his bed, kicking his legs briefly. He grins when the video starts recording, pushing himself onto his feet. He tilts his head, that odd bird-like movement he often exhibits. ]

I have heard some interesting things of late, so I thought I'd put the question to you all. When you fall in love, can you only love one person? Can you fall in love with multiple people? Is love something you find yourself stopping after just one?

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You have new resources here, though. New avenues of magic that you might not find in your own world.

[ He always finds it odd that people forget this. ]

I mislike this world. The smells, the things, the way it works. This is strange magics that I reject.

[ She bows her head, jaw tight. ]

There is no promise that, once I return, these magics will last.

[ He wonders if she means the technology that surrounds them. ]

There is no promise that it will not either. Surely it could not hurt to try?

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[ She pauses, thinks, and then huffs a noise. ]

What might I find in years here that I did not find in decades in my own realm?

[ The huff amuses him. ]

Why not ask and find out?

And put my faith in strangers?

[ Lauralae frowns, eyes darting away. She is obviously not comfortable with it; the idea of trusting others makes her feel ill, her hands twisting oddly. ]

I'm not asking you to trust them. But perhaps ask and learn. It might even give you clues for your own world and possible solutions.

Ask and learn.

[ She considers for a moment, tense and uncertain, before she nods, once. ]

Knowledge is strength. There is no denying that.

You have nothing to lose by it.

[ Save her hidden nature. She would bare herself to more people, and risk more seeing her, knowing her, threatening her. That is her fear; her lack of trust in people and their natures. ]

You may speak truly.

I tend to. It is my habit, so to speak.

[ Leto couldn't lie to save his life. He can evade, obfuscate and even avoid answering completely, but he never lies. ]

A habit indeed.

[ That does not mean she will trust him. ]

Do you have more questions?

Most likely, but I will ask when they come to my mind.

Do you not have any questions for me?

No.

[ Lauralae shakes her head, once, sharply. ]

I only question your choice to wish to know me.

Then perhaps I shall let you find that out on your own.

On my own. [ Lauralae huffs a noise, turning her head away. ] A game, then, between us.

More of a . . . quest, or purpose.

I see.

[ Her lips twist into a rather strange and awkward kind of smile. ]

My purpose for now is to find this out. And then I will find another.

Perhaps we shall find purpose together.

Together.

[ Her eyes dance over his face for a moment, drinking him in, careful and almost too intense, before she nods, once. ]

Very well. It shall be as you say.

[ He laughs softly. ]

Thank you.

Your thanks hold no meaning here. There is no need.

[ Still, she turns her head to one side, a little pinked. ]

No, but perhaps there is reason enough to be thankful for a little change.

Reason enough.

[ Lauralae watches him before she turns away, considering. ]

Then be thankful, though it means little to me.

[ He laughs softly. ]

I shall be.