[ Half a year really is a long time, isn't it. She was at the Clock Tower for half a year. It's a difficult feeling, being reminded of how far back that time was, a weight she's learned to live with without ever feeling completely free. ]
I was a gravekeeper... and an apprentice to a Lord. But he was more like a teacher.
[ Her mentor was really barely a Lord in manner or in essence, as much as his students adored him. Speaking of him still touches a tender place in her heart, a drop of melancholy reaching her face and tone. But it's still a far cry better than, well, when she'd be on the verge of tears just thinking of him. ]
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I was a gravekeeper... and an apprentice to a Lord. But he was more like a teacher.
[ Her mentor was really barely a Lord in manner or in essence, as much as his students adored him. Speaking of him still touches a tender place in her heart, a drop of melancholy reaching her face and tone. But it's still a far cry better than, well, when she'd be on the verge of tears just thinking of him. ]
And, um, yourself?