As Sinclair entered his room, she slipped further down the hallway to a door labeled â24,â with a small cross underneath it.
Knock, knock.
ââŠAt this hour? I hope itâs something importantâŠâ
âââŠWorry not, Faust believes it has to be.â*
When the door opened, Celia looked up expectantly. Before her was Iris, someone who Celia looked up to greatly.
âAdvice, please.â
âMm. Come in.â
As Celia entered the vast white space, she noticed a few of the swords that normally hung from the ceiling impaling the ground, forming red spots near their landing. She felt guilty for intruding, just for a moment.
âLady Faust, itâs Celia. You donât mind if she stays for a bit, right?â
âFaust permits this.â
Celia bowed politely. â⊠Weâre going to a terminal, right?â
âMhm. Why, are you nervous about an outing?â
Celia shook her head. Their next interactions fell silent, as if Iris was reading Celiaâs mind and vice versa.
ââŠOh, I see⊠Well, just follow what you think is best. If all else fails, why not ask?â
ââŠâ
ââŠnot that simple, I see. Okay, next best bet is something personal to you.â
ââŠâ
âMmm, okay. My, Celia, youâre even making me confused.â
Irisâ halo spun and flickered in thought, before it lit up right as her brows raised.
âDepending on who it is, itâs either gonna be something that reminds them of their past, orâŠâ
ââŠ?!â
âNot that⊠okay. Just⊠maybe figure out what they liked, and find something like that. I canât give good advice if I donât know who it is, andâŠâ
ââŠ!â
ââŠYouâre not gonna tell me. But thatâs a good sign.â
Celia considered this to be good enough, and gave another bow to Iris and Faust before leaving the room. She ran back to hers, invigorated by the ideas she received. I got this, Celia thought to herself before closing the door.
ââŠDid you know about that, Iris?â
âNo, I didnât. Iâm glad sheâs making friends, though. Even if iâm unsure who they are.â
âWe shall see in time. After all,â
âFaust knows all outcomes. Agreed.â