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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[mehanizovati]

Sharon. [viktor nods his greeting, and he takes a moment to assess the similarities between mother and daughter. he can vaguely see it, a little harder with her grief laying over her in unkemptness.

he enters, raising the book as he does.] Your mother was the one who first put the idea of looking more into this world into my mind. She has a certain exploratory spirit, I suppose.

[a pause and he regards her, says,] You can tell me not to mention her, if you'd prefer. I can imagine distraction may be preferable to reminiscing.

[fogsong]

[ despite being adopted by Rose, the similarities between the two women is surprising; they share a stormy blue gaze and a similar facial shape and coupled with Sharon’s choppy, bleached hair, they could easily be seen as related.

she waves off his offer ]

It’s fine. It feels weird to talk about her, like… I don’t know, like she should still be here, but I don’t mind. I know she made a strong impression on a lot of people.

I’m not the only person who lost her, you know? [ she’d love to be selfish about Rose but her mother wouldn’t have wanted that. ]

I’m glad she inspired you.