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Char: [ragged, hoarse breathing]

Ayre: <<<I warned you before, Casval. You insist on this reliance on my latent connection, yet you yourself are unable to tell the truth in plain terms.>>

Char: <<HOW MUST I KNOW!? How must I...what can I tell you that you do not know?>>

Ayre: <<The details. Put simply, you refuse to tell the whole truth. Withholding information that is pertinent to me helping you get out, or letting you atone. You seem surprised that I know of you, yet seem unable to realize that I don't know where to start inquiring.>>

Char: <<What do you know about atonement, anyway? I've lived for 30 years and died in 0093, yet for over 30 years I've been left to relive that moment again and again. I accepted perpetual damnation because that is my role, but it is still damnation! I am more than willing to pay for my sins with my life, to sacrifice every last fiber of my being for some justice that I know will never come to pass for those I've hurt. Is that not enough, Ayre? Is that still not enough for this world?>>

Ayre: <<To be frank with you, we care little what you claim to be. I understand where your emotions come from, but you must understand this too: they can feel the person that you've become. Even now, you are embittered by your failures, hounded by the problems you worsened, the messes you've left unkempt. In your desire to die, you signed a death warrant for your world. What right do you have, then, to question why our kind reject you on sight?>>

Char: <<