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conversations.value:  After being so thoroughly rejected by Claire, I descended into a kind of half-life. I left the Second Hall in a daze, walking like a living corpse, not feeling the passage of time, nor seeing what I did. When I finally came to, I lay in a room I didn’t know.
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conversations.value:  "It seems you finally woke up." Manaria pinned me with a stern look.
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conversations.value:  "Lady Manaria…? What are you doing here?"
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conversations.value:  "I heard revolution was brewing in Bauer, so I rushed over. What happened to Claire?"
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conversations.value:  "Miss Claire…" I haltingly explained everything: How I’d tried to break Claire away from the aristocrat forces and almost succeeded, and how Claire had decided she couldn’t go along with it and would instead accept her fate along with the rest of the aristocrats.
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conversations.value:  "I see. No wonder you looked so down in the dumps."
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conversations.value:  "I’m sorry…" Her provocation made me feel nothing at all. Nothing mattered, not anymore.
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conversations.value:  Manaria looked discouraged by my lack of response. "You’re giving up? You just told Claire not to do the same thing, but it’s okay for you to throw in the towel?"
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conversations.value:  "But…there’s nothing else I can do."
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conversations.value:  "Jeez…if I’d known you’d end up like this, I would never have entrusted Claire to you. I could have done a way better job."
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conversations.value:  "You probably could have." I wasn’t taking the bait.
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conversations.value:  Manaria let out a huge sigh. "I asked you before, and I’m going to ask you one more time. Is your love truly so weak?!" Her tone wasn’t inflammatory anymore. If anything, it sounded like she was trying to soothe me.
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conversations.value:  "No matter how much I love her, some love is just never returned," I said, though even I could hear my sulking.
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conversations.value:  "I see. Well, you should have no problem forgetting Claire, then." Manaria pulled me close and put her face up to mine. She had boyish features but a beautiful face. She slowly moved closer, and I became vaguely aware that my lips were going to touch hers. I remember, now. Claire did that too… It had been a nightmarish kiss, one absent of any emotion or feeling. That—that kiss— Is that my last memory with Claire? The moment that thought crossed my mind, I realized I had thrust Manaria away.
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