[House 47, you just got a most unpleasant wake-up call. Namely, loud banging and the whining of a terrified canine. Sigmund has just kicked Capell's door with all of his considerable strength and put his fist through the wall in the hallway.
Because it's not Capell's door anymore.
He's not going to wait to make the courtesy announcement, mostly because he's not sure how long he's going to keep it together. As it is, even over the journal his voice has a tight, brittle quality to it.]
If you knew him, Capell is... [He won't say 'home.' He's not. Home is with him. He won't.] ...gone.
Because it's not Capell's door anymore.
He's not going to wait to make the courtesy announcement, mostly because he's not sure how long he's going to keep it together. As it is, even over the journal his voice has a tight, brittle quality to it.]
If you knew him, Capell is... [He won't say 'home.' He's not. Home is with him. He won't.] ...gone.
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I doubt Hope will mind showing you his. There's a few books around too, and mine, but...
... It's inactive, now. I'm not in danger any more.
[ Yeah, her burned-out one might be useful, but that's all she can manage on a non-specific prompt. Practically nothing actually scares Lightning, but that tipped her bad; she's not going to suddenly blurt it all out. ]
Gather what information you can, and have Hope contact me when he's ready. I may have a suppressant prepared by then. I... will give you what I can about lunaglyphs. You may learn something from it.
I understand... thank you. [ Not anywhere near the amount of gratitude the situation likely calls for, but it's very honest. This is certainly the most of this kind of humble Lightning's been in... a long time. ]