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Either I can't see tears anymore, or tears just don't exist here. With the reading I've done, it looks like it's likely... the former. It's probably my loss.

I used to be able to open tears, windows into other worlds. Enter them and take things from them, as well. I suppose it makes sense that this place wouldn't allow me to do that. Finding an exit would be all too easy.

[A sigh.]

I was hoping my second entry would be a happier one, for those of you that want to leave.

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It sounds beautiful. [She hasn't really seen a lot of trees, living in the sky and all.]

Are the gods kind?

[ she hesitates. that's a question arya has asked many times. ]

They're gods. [ she says finally. ] They can't be understood.

That's a thing all gods seem to have in common.

[ not all. thoros said the red god spoke. but arya never heard him. ]

Could you move anything through tears?

I haven't tried anything, but people and things I can pick up, I most definitely can.

And you could live anywhere?

I couldn't leave my room. I was able to move to different timelines, after, but I couldn't leave Columbia.

I could look, at least.

Why couldn't you leave your room? That's boring. Were you ill?

I was a prisoner, kept away in a tower.

Oh. [ now she's interested. ] Why?

[Elizabeth's never been very secretive (not having anyone to hide anything from), but she does sound pretty unhappy talking about this.]

I'm a bastard. Because of that, I was locked up.

So? Some of the best people I've met are bastards. They shouldn't be locked up. My brother is a bastard and he lived with us.

Your brother is lucky. Your parents don't treat him differently?

My parents are dead.

[ it's the first time she says it out loud. ]

Oh. [It comes out in a soft, low gasp. She always seems to stumble into these sort of moments.]

I'm so sorry, Arya. I can't even imagine what that's like.

[Lady Comstock is dead, of course, but she can't feel remorse for the lady that locked her up.]

No, you can't.

[ she flips the journal closed. ]

[Poor child :( ]

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