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OFFICE HOURS

Got something you want to say to your good friend The Professor's Assistant? Come on in, don't be shy! Her official hours are daylight hours - girl has to sleep? after all, probably - but if you knock on the door at night she'll generally answer. Please just make sure to leave the in-game date and time in the header of your toplevel!

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[ Hm! Lots of emotional honesty in this room! The vibes! ]

Della... listen to me, okay? You're right - we can't change what we've done. I'm not going to be able to undo any of what I've done any more than you are. But the person you were then isn't the person you are now. Which means you can't judge that you by the you you are now.

[ A beat. ]

... If that made absolutely no sense I'm sorry, I remembered over twenty years of my life like an hour ago and my brain is a mess. But I think that the choices we make define us. Both the bad and the good. And no matter what, at the end of the day this whole thing is bullshit.

[ She's very quiet. Not...really moving, much. Her hands slide down the side of her face to fall limp at her side.

There's a part of her that wants to snap, that she doesn't want to hear this, not from Angel. Could Angel help it? ...Does Angel really have a choice in the matter? It's not fair, none of this is fair. Not a single part of this.

Della murmurs: ] Ten years. I'll never get those ten years back.

[ And then, she sits up. At least, she raises her head. ]

I'm...gonna think on this more. In the present. No changing the past.

[ Angel nods. ]

Good plan.

[ She stands, takes a moment, and... ]

I'm not... I don't know. I don't expect to be back here like this again, but, if I do... Tell me I said that. Smack some sense, or...something.