Library, Thursday [3/10]

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This morning Cassidy had walked in to a small battle going on between the books on auto mechanics and the books on computer repair. It was probably telling of how much she was getting used to things like this that she just put up shields around the armies automatically. Shaking her head, she started gathering up the books to shelve them again.

"So not the way for proper books to behave," she chastised each of them. "One of these days one of you are going to end up getting heavily damaged and that won't be enjoyable for anyone."

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Mod Your Library

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The battle lines have been cleaned up.

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Some time after talking to Cassidy, Ender made his way back towards the back of the library, near the entrance to Special Collections. He sat down there, out of sight, and exhaled. Are you there?

Something bubbled at the back of his head. / Your mind. Difficult-- hard to grip-- /

He shut his eyes. I just hoped we could talk. Some time.

/ Come see us. We... talking is hard. Friend. /

I have a lot of questions.

/ Manymanymanymany. Who says we have answers? Outoutout. /

I can't let you out yet. This is the safest place on the island.

/ The dreams here... strange. We will see you in yours. Less... strange. /

Then his mind quieted, and no amount of thinking could bring it back again, so he got up to his feet with quiet disappointment, and made to look like he was just browsing the nearest aisle again.