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[307 Miller]

[Are you a member of Death clan that has figured out Grandma usually has some sort of treat in the house? Well... yeah, she's making brownies]

[Around Town 1]

[If Death knows you, be it from home or from Mayfield, she's showing up at your door]

How's everything holding up?

[Around Town 2]

[And if she doesn't know you, she's hitting up new houses on her makeup sales route. As always, she'll talk to anyone who happens to answer the door.]

Hi, do you have any interest in makeup?

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[After a moment, Arya gives a little nod.] I like you. You're smart.

[She smiles]

Just experienced, really. You seem quite clever yourself.

[Arya smiles in turn, though its a little sad, a little more world weary than a child's smile should be.]

I have to be.

[She recognizes it. She's been around long enough that she couldn't miss it.]

I've seen that happen... so many times.

[Arya's not quite self-aware enough to even realize it, so that comment leaves her more confused than anything.]

Seen what happen?

Kids that had to learn to be really clever, really fast.

Stupid people don't live long unless they're really lucky.

Everyone can get unlucky. Well, really, everyone gets the exact same thing. A lifetime.

But it's not the same thing! [A moment of childish petulance. She couldn't afford much of it lately, but now that she has the opportunity, it comes rushing out.] It's not fair. Some men live on and on even though they deserve to die and then others- [Abrupt stop. She doesn't want to talk about that.]

No. It isn't fair. Dying itself isn't right or wrong. It simply is.

[The words are soft, delivered with utmost compassion]

Not that that makes it any easier on this side.

[She shrugs, trying her best to pretend she didn't just have that outburst, that she doesn't feel anything.]

It doesn't matter.

[It's... pretty clear it does]

You're strong, I can tell that much. But it's okay to feel these things. It's part of being alive.

[She shakes her head.] There's no time. [It slows you down, opens up a weak spot for other people to exploit.]

That works for a little while... but sooner or later, you risk losing hold of yourself.

What would you do?

I'm... a bit of a strange case. But here, with everything that happens, I've found it's the other people that keep me going.

"The lone wolf dies. The pack survives." [It makes sense to her, in an odd way. Like something her father would say.]

Exactly. Even if you don't have people from home here, the trick is to make connections to the other people. We're all stuck in the same situation for now.

[A thoughtful and solemn little nod.]

Do you have other people in your house?

He says his name his Chaucer. [She scrunches up her face.] I don't think he's very clever.

Chaucer?

[Now, that's interesting]

Is he a poet?

A drunk poet. [Arya's not impressed.]

So he is the one I was thinking of. My brother was always fond of him.

You know him?