week three - saturday post-trial - shang qinghua

[arockstar]

[Newt finds Shang Qinghua on the beach in the west wing. It feels fitting, for some reason, though he can't place why.]

Hey. Sorry about your god.

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[nosediving]

Offerings to the deceased? Then, they're not completely out of the contest . . . Have you sent anything?

[arockstar]

I haven't, no. I haven't really known any of them too well.

[So sending them stuff feels weird.]

I asked Patience to say hi to Ava, though. I liked her.

[nosediving]

[He blinks.]

Is she all right? Ava, I mean.

[Wasn't she . . . disassembled on this side . . . ]

[arockstar]

As far as I know, yeah. Patience said she'd pass along the hello, so... She'd have told me if anything was up with Ava, I'd think.

[He trusts Patience.]

[nosediving]

[He sure does!]

The great gods really kept their promise . . . Sir, do many of the participants know about this?

[arockstar]

About which part? I mentioned that I'd spoken to Patience, so at least a few people. It's not a secret.

[He shrugs.]

You're the first person to ask about it, though.