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Akagalcia sat up, leaning onto the table and glaring down at her hands with concentration, clenching fists and unclenching. Rave could hear her surface thoghts boiling again as she tried to find the right words. When she spoke again, Rave was close enough to her now that he didn't have to skin her surface thoughts to hear her over the noise of the concert.

"First... I need not reclaim what will return to me. I am not a cripple who was once whole. I am a finder who ventured into a cave for days and has only just returned to the sun. You have found me as my eyes adjust, and I come from the cave with treasures I can not explain until my sight is clear. My fire will return, as will the Void. The reaching does no thing--one does not walk with a broken bone after setting it to heal. One rests." Akagalcia looked up, meeting Rave's eyes.

"The lesson... it is lesson and test. This world is like my own, but not. To become here is to become broken and need to mend. To become some places would be too easy. Then my becoming is unbroken; then I can learn no thing. To become other places might bee too difficult--here I become and I must mend my leg, there I become and my head is one place and my body another. Here, I mend my leg, I learn something of the mending and something of the pain. I do this, I become another place where more might be broken, but I know the mending of [i]myself.[/i]" Akagalcia knuckled her chest for emphasis on that last word. "Each breaking makes a bone stronger in this. You understand?"