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[entreats]

[ There's only a voice feed without video to go along with it - but even without her face being visible, the edge of fatigue to Ange's voice is pretty obvious. Aside from that, her voice is pretty much the usual same monotone-- just with that little extra to it. ]

In case anyone came to the apothecary often-- Claude obviously isn't here anymore to run it. I have all of his notes, so I figure I might as well run it. I mean, at this point I'm apparently here until the heat death of the universe while I have to watch everyone I care about disappear, so might as well, right.

[ Sorry, the apothecary now apparently comes with a Hot Topic attitude. At least it explains where the fatigue in the girl's voice might be coming from. ]

So stop by while I undergo my own special kind of torture in this place, I guess. There's a lot to go through and figure out, so if you had some sort of special deal with Claude, make sure to let me know. Or I might find it somewhere in his notes in three months or so, so letting me know is likely faster.

[ It sounds like she might be looking at all of it right now, in fact. There's the sound of slight paper rustling in the background. ]

Or let me know if you can help with this. I haven't exactly done any of this apothecary business stuff before. I mean, Claude clearly didn't even consider the optics of leaving a place like this to a witch. That's just stereotyping, you know? So rude.

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[entreats]

[ Ange's brain needs a moment to quickly think this through - scanning her mental list of people she knows have disappeared, crossing it with the list of business she knows about - but then it does arrive at a pretty logical conclusion. ]

The clinic?

[ She doesn't know how well Minato and Ethlyn knew each other, but that sure is a figure with a prominent place here who left at seemingly the same time as Claude.. ]

That one got left to you?

[memori3s]

[ Yep. Right on the money. ]

Yeah. There was a note on the corner of Ethlyn's desk.

[ Written in her immaculate penmanship, it read that should anything happen to her, that she'd like for Minato to handle the clinic's affairs. ]

I don't... really know that much about actually running the clinic. But I'll be trying my best.

[ Maybe it's the same for Ange. ]

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[entreats]

[ There's a slight pause - and then the feed switches over to private, right before Ange lets out a tired sigh. Kind of like she didn't want to show that to anyone other than him here.. ]

It's dumb, isn't it? Suddenly we're supposed to deal with stuff that's way out of our wheelhouse. And we have to miss people on top of it.

[memori3s]

[ There's a part of Minato that's beginning to wonder just how many different faces from Ange he'd seen -- not just any faces, but the kinds that she rarely revealed to those around her. ]

...yeah. We'll find a way to manage, but --

[ "And we have to miss people on top of it."

That's the most difficult part, isn't it? ]

It's like those flowers at town center.

[ Temporary, but still beautiful nevertheless. ]