i'll wait, so show me why you're strong
[ Generally, people need time to cope and gather themselves after a... thing... like that. Unfortunately, that's not how Vanille sees it. Her thing is avoid, and once she gets out of that hellhole that's the courtroom, she makes her way to the supplies closet, then to the library. She spends some time setting up things, pushing things aside to make room. Once she's finished, and she's met up with the Party Brigade, she makes enough invitations for everyone. She slips them under everyone's doors, or hands them out if she sees someone walking around.

Inside the library, there are candles set up to provide some soft, comforting lighting. There are pots of tea, courtesy of Mercy, pancakes made by Viktor, and books (picked out by Estelle, of course) laid out on the surrounding tables. The others have provided their own touches, and Vanille's even managed to make something: sugar cookies, which are actually very good. They're flavored lightly with all sorts of flavors--not all in the same cookie, okay--and each plate is marked with whatever flavor she's put in them.
After a successful trial, it's healthy to indulge, right? Let's mingle. ]

Inside the library, there are candles set up to provide some soft, comforting lighting. There are pots of tea, courtesy of Mercy, pancakes made by Viktor, and books (picked out by Estelle, of course) laid out on the surrounding tables. The others have provided their own touches, and Vanille's even managed to make something: sugar cookies, which are actually very good. They're flavored lightly with all sorts of flavors--not all in the same cookie, okay--and each plate is marked with whatever flavor she's put in them.
After a successful trial, it's healthy to indulge, right? Let's mingle. ]

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Well. She'd honestly thought she'd seen enough to not be bothered by death. Maybe it was because organic life is different from what she expected.
She's a soldier, a veteran. Someone who spent nearly 1000 years fighting a war without end. Maybe she's a lot worse off than she thought she was.
When Jasper does eventually join the group, she sits in the back of the library, not to be alone, exactly, but mostly because she honestly doesn't know what to do. She has a book in her lap, but she doesn't actually appear to be making any attempt to read it.]
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Hi, Jasper.
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Hello, Vanille.
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[ She points to the book. ]
Found yourself a good one?
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This book looks.... interesting. It's about a man who thinks he is destined to be saved-- I'm not sure what that means? Some sort of human religion, I believe. He and a man named Martinus commit crimes together, because they believe it doesn't matter, according to this summary.
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[ Color her interested, actually. ]
Maybe they think that... no matter what they do, they'll be okay, in the end.
[ ... Yikes, that hit a nerve she wasn't expecting! ]
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[....it's probably not going to be a happy story.]
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That doesn't sound like a very nice story. [ She pauses. ] If you read it, do you want to tell me how it goes?
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I will.
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[ She smiles a little. ]
Oh, have you had any of the food or tea? It's all really yummy.
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No, I haven't tried anything yet. What do you recommend?
[She's still not used to this whole eating thing, but she's going to avoid turning it down.]
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Or if you wanna go all out, wrap some fruit in a pancake.
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[So she's going to head over and make a fruit pancake, approaching Vanille again after a moment. She's still holding the pancake on a plate, but at least it's there? Maybe.
She's silent for a long moment before speaking again.]
I am a soldier. I've seen Gems broken before, more times than I can count. But I've never seen anything quite like that before.
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Gems... broken? If a Gem gets broken... they die?
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That's correct. A broken Gem can't be healed.