VIDEO | USERNAME: Binah

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( the feed starts, and there sits a woman. the nook she'd found this time around is clearly another one of the cafes scattered about, quiet and without all the harsher lights of stark fluorescence. she's made herself quite comfortable from the looks of it, a teapot visible within the framing with a few unused cups overturned by it, as if she's expecting company. there's even has a platter of fruit, a small afterthought of one.

slices of peach, if one were so inclined as to squint.

some have met her already, some know her quite profoundly, but that matters not. she has a question, just as she always does, and she figures a face to the voice would be a little more reassuring than mere text, given what she has in mind. the crowd seems.. skittish. wary. she'd rather they not run too soon before she sates a curiosity.

her tea steeps within reach, and her chin rests on her knuckles as she waits; her voice akin to that of a dirge when she finally parts her lips to speak. )

Indulge me for but a moment.

( oh, she's well aware of the range of how this can be taken. it's quite alright. )

But what would you say is a moment of achievement for you? Big or small. You're free to use whatever criteria suits.

( ah. )

And if you'd rather not have it broadcasted, I'm not hard to find. I'd be pleased for company.

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[ So many tea adventures... Yesod cants his head slightly for Binah's remarks — yes, particularly in their case, their latest circumstances bear further thought. ]

It is an unusual concentration of closely connected people.

[ Which brings him to a related topic: ]

What is your last memory of the Library, Binah?

[ If need be, he'll wait to hear the answer in person. ]

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( what an unusual question, and not exactly the first any would think to ask. unless, of course, there's discrepancy amongst the rest. it does spark a curiosity, but not enough to hurry her along. )

Judgement.

( ... or be outright in her own answer. it could mean plenty of things all on its own. them acting as executioners in their bookmaking, the suppression of flared emotion. but there's only one that's inevitable for all that call the city their home when they rise to a certain peak, crossing the boundaries that they did. they knew they'd come someday. )

I take it you ( the collective 'you'. ) remember differently.

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[ Binah's cryptic response shouldn't surprise him by now. It reveals nothing that he can place — or rather, it could refer to more than one possibility, not necessarily matching his own memories. The Library's banishment, for instance, or the betrayal and subsequent retaliation that Angela alone remembers. It might be something else altogether. ]

Correct. It seems that some of us recall similar points in time, whereas others have experienced later events.

[ And that remains strange and unexplained. ]