Mm. But good luck finding exactly what you're looking for here... [Cantarella gives a small chuckle. It's as if the very books want us to hunt for them.
[Cantarella's actually changed into a sweater and regular maxi skirt with boots to accommodate the changes in weather and cover most of her skin.]
The fewer leads we have, the more I fear our cooperation will be jeopardized by infighting.
It typically so happens to be the case with this library. Hmph, not a good feature if you ask me.
[ It's filled to the brim with a lot of literature and they have the background of this irritating place to contend with. Sometimes the search is fruitful enough, though...he's probably just wearing two more coats at this time because he's learned his lesson about being in the Cold. ]
...Still, I believe we've had enough infighting to last a lifetime. Which, I know sounds premature, but it's aggravating seeing as much as we have already.
With more places available, it isn't too much to hope those leads will accordingly increase, hm?
[As for the library, well, she can only tilt her head in agreement at that. It really is a puzzle.]
More leads, more open doors, and more questions. I fear we are no closer to a resolution and that we could see paranoia and suspicion grow, especially after what we witnessed a few days ago. In other words... a second virus, spreading in our thoughts.
[Not a literal illness, but something that makes them suspicious and frightened. Who wouldn't be scared? Cantarella is poised, not perfect.]
Yet I won't remain still and stagnant, dwelling, lest I be the one consumed by fears. I'll seek those leads myself.
[ The fallacy of a mind, vulnerable to its cornucopia of weaknesses, paranoia and fear being potentially one of them. ]
...It's the unavoidable nature of an individual to sometimes be susceptible to such afflictions.
[ He can understand it very well himself - particularly when he as a person does not necessarily trust so easy. Regardless he nods his head in her direction when she says these very words. ]
But, overcoming them and seeking out the truth itself is indeed how we'll manage to grasp a hold of our victory.
The force hanging over our heads would rather we all collapse to our knees first...though, perhaps it underestimates the tenacious spirit of people who want to struggle. And grasp that light with their own hands.
[In the wake of his words, Cantarella is silent for a moment, expression one of sober and deep thought.
Then she smiles.]
You're a much more optimistic person than your demeanor suggests.
[As locquacious and serious as he might be, he does seem to take notice of small beauties like the human spirit and the attitudes of little creatures.]
[ Anaxagoras enjoys the spirited nature of an indomitable human spirit, though he recognizes that not all possess such unwavering strength, and should not be shamed for it. And oh, yes...he enjoys creatures - the dromas, especially. ]
I find that being a pessimist helps get in the ways of my goals.
[ A little smirk as he makes such a remark. But as for her inquiry... ]
Success for our group hinges best on our ability to work together. As we are all in this together, and one of the intentions thus far of this malevolent force seems to indicate a predisposition towards turning us against one another...teamwork is essential.
That will be key. In situations where chaos is rampant and, so is the level of difficulty of resolution, we will need to hold onto that more than anything. As it will be the difference between our survival - and, of course, our demise.
Frankly, I think you'll find they much align with yours. Hope and realism may seem bitterly opposed, but they entwine into a much sweeter drought than one would imagine.
[Read: She is neither naive about their very real dangers of their circumstances nor content to wallow and dwell on their fate.]
We must continue forward. Rather than allow ourselves to be turned against one another through paranoia and pain, cooperating will permit us the best chance of watching out for each and every member of our motley little crew. We may have struck a nerve, seeing as this place is not kind to us this week. [So...dig deeper.]
[ It takes a delicate balance to be able to wield both with any semblance of certainty.
It isn't so easy for just anyone to manage, for anybody to see it through to the end, keeping a firm hold on perspective all the while.
Anaxagoras then takes pause when Cantarella mentions something about having struck a nerve. It isn't something he considered. ]
Struck a nerve...hm. In retrospect, despite the grueling nature of the uncertainty surrounding our situation, we had been able to collect quite a deal of information, haven't we?
I had wondered about why it seemed so punishing compared to last week. This to me is a good sign.
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week 2, monday;
Anaxagoras makes his way through it all, regardless...which is how he ends up in the library, probably grabbing some books or something. ]
Looking for literature to read through as well?
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[Cantarella's actually changed into a sweater and regular maxi skirt with boots to accommodate the changes in weather and cover most of her skin.]
The fewer leads we have, the more I fear our cooperation will be jeopardized by infighting.
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[ It's filled to the brim with a lot of literature and they have the background of this irritating place to contend with. Sometimes the search is fruitful enough, though...he's probably just wearing two more coats at this time because he's learned his lesson about being in the Cold. ]
...Still, I believe we've had enough infighting to last a lifetime. Which, I know sounds premature, but it's aggravating seeing as much as we have already.
With more places available, it isn't too much to hope those leads will accordingly increase, hm?
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More leads, more open doors, and more questions. I fear we are no closer to a resolution and that we could see paranoia and suspicion grow, especially after what we witnessed a few days ago. In other words... a second virus, spreading in our thoughts.
[Not a literal illness, but something that makes them suspicious and frightened. Who wouldn't be scared? Cantarella is poised, not perfect.]
Yet I won't remain still and stagnant, dwelling, lest I be the one consumed by fears. I'll seek those leads myself.
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...It's the unavoidable nature of an individual to sometimes be susceptible to such afflictions.
[ He can understand it very well himself - particularly when he as a person does not necessarily trust so easy. Regardless he nods his head in her direction when she says these very words. ]
But, overcoming them and seeking out the truth itself is indeed how we'll manage to grasp a hold of our victory.
The force hanging over our heads would rather we all collapse to our knees first...though, perhaps it underestimates the tenacious spirit of people who want to struggle. And grasp that light with their own hands.
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Then she smiles.]
You're a much more optimistic person than your demeanor suggests.
[As locquacious and serious as he might be, he does seem to take notice of small beauties like the human spirit and the attitudes of little creatures.]
How do you think our group would best overcome?
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I find that being a pessimist helps get in the ways of my goals.
[ A little smirk as he makes such a remark. But as for her inquiry... ]
Success for our group hinges best on our ability to work together. As we are all in this together, and one of the intentions thus far of this malevolent force seems to indicate a predisposition towards turning us against one another...teamwork is essential.
That will be key. In situations where chaos is rampant and, so is the level of difficulty of resolution, we will need to hold onto that more than anything. As it will be the difference between our survival - and, of course, our demise.
What are your thoughts on the matter?
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[Read: She is neither naive about their very real dangers of their circumstances nor content to wallow and dwell on their fate.]
We must continue forward. Rather than allow ourselves to be turned against one another through paranoia and pain, cooperating will permit us the best chance of watching out for each and every member of our motley little crew. We may have struck a nerve, seeing as this place is not kind to us this week. [So...dig deeper.]
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It isn't so easy for just anyone to manage, for anybody to see it through to the end, keeping a firm hold on perspective all the while.
Anaxagoras then takes pause when Cantarella mentions something about having struck a nerve. It isn't something he considered. ]
Struck a nerve...hm. In retrospect, despite the grueling nature of the uncertainty surrounding our situation, we had been able to collect quite a deal of information, haven't we?
I had wondered about why it seemed so punishing compared to last week. This to me is a good sign.