The Kiva, Pueblo Bonito

[Yaoquizque]

The fine pope H.VanMojo was bustling about as they were meditating.
It was indeed a long session, and Mnemosym herself lost the sensation of passing time since a long while.

He finally talked, asking her what to do. She mentally shrugged and, as she was feeling VanMojo was looking around in embarrassment due to the lack of response, she finally sighed, he eyes still closed.

"There is no point in calling. They know what they should do.
The collective psyche was heavily damaged and our unity means little.
The fact nobody comes will be an answer in itself.
Just as the opposite would tell us something else."

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

"The center was lost and the circle is no more.
What was an unending line is becoming dots.
Little dots aimlessly wandering to discharge the feedback."

The woman somehow pouted.
"What is to be seen. Disorder or absence of order?"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the man as he appeared and started to go down into the kiva using the ladder.
Xavier Triton...

Nodding, she observed him. She only saw him twice, counting this encounter.
He was rarely visiting the sacred sanctum, having a lot to take care of outside.
Just as John.

She somehow frowned but quickly took back a neutral expression when she noticed the sorrow that was overwhelming him.
An aura clearly stating 'Leave me alone'. That was certainly not what she would do.

That one just needed to be shaken a fair bit, she thought. Autistic withdrawal was rarely a solution.
"Xavier...." She finally started "I don't think you are, actually."

"What you are talking about is the feedback of the event. Do tell me Xavier Triton... And do tell yourself."
Glancing at him, she noticed his perplexed expression.
"Put words on your feelings, before they overflow you."

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