♜ one [ writing ]

[deathsought]

I have a question for everyone here.

We're supposed to go sailing, but how does someone willingly go on a ship with so many different people, when doing so could put the people in your crew at risk? How do you live so closely with that many other people when just being near them could be dangerous for them?

[ The penmanship looks really old-fashioned, but still perfectly legible. It's clear this person hasn't seen anything written in a long time, but thankfully, writing is like riding a bicycle. It's not something anyone forgets how to do. There's SOME voices in the background, but it's distant and muffled. Whoever is writing this went to great lengths to avoid others. ]

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written

[deathsought]

[ He's usually not this quick to trust someone. But, well, she's from another world, with magic he's never heard of before. That's a start. ]

I hope I don't regret this later.

written

[deadlyribbons]

I can't guarantee that, Zeref. The only thing I can promise is that I'll do my uttermost so that none of us will.

written

[deathsought]

I guess that's all I can ask for.

written

[deadlyribbons]

That's settled, then.

written

[deathsought]

... yes. For now.