[the camera flips on to a dark room, the communication device being the only source of light available. there's a vague outline of something robotic looking, and suddenly...

there's a bright red glow and the network is treated to yet another mask post.

but this person isn't trying to hide the fact that she put hers on, because it's on her fucking face.

and suddenly...a voice.]

Hello friend.

[ Behold, Lucrezia in pale pink dress and an elaborated braid in the first video broadcast since her arrival. By the looks of it, she is in one of the lounges, a few books in her lap. They look used, little notes scribbled at the edges of each page. She will read one. ]

I am, I confess, a sinner, but one who, far from weeping for her sins, weeps only for her lover; far from abhorring her crimes, longs only to add to them; and who, with a weakness unbecoming my state, please myself continually with the remembrance of past delights when it is impossible to renew them.

[ a pause. ]

Heloise and Abelard were truly doomed. But better doomed and loved than safe and lonely.

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