[ Cinnabar hums, resting their head on their arms as they slump forward onto the table; the orbs of mercury always orbiting them seem to have calmed down slightly, retaining their round shape, despite how nervous they are about having someone spend this much time with them. ]
[ Hmm. They can't say they can think of anything useful to do with water outside of cleaning things, either. Although his specific ability might be something entirely separate. ]
I haven't even tried to use mine yet, [ they confess. ] It feels like there's no point.
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Given the difficulty, do you think you would've preferred not going through this?
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[ a pause. ]
You want to go home, too, don't you? Even if it's hard...
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[ Cinnabar still hasn't decided. ]
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[ after a few seconds of hesitating in their usual awkward way, they go to sit down at the table again, the chair miraculously holding their weight. ]
I don't think I can trust them yet, though.
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If you don't sleep... What do you do all night?
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Really...?
[ they still haven't really tried to use theirs... ]
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[ the question seems born of an innocent curiosity rather than any strategic motive. ]
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I haven't even tried to use mine yet, [ they confess. ] It feels like there's no point.
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