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James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

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. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

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[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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What is?

[ He sees ugliness everywhere he looks. Which means (he knows this) that it's not the ugliness outside but the ugliness inside that bothers him.

He'll be there in short order. He wears the mistcloak that Kelsier gave him, as he has, habitually, for several weeks now. He doesn't want to speak to people, and thus he stays awake at night most of the time, moving with the hood always up.

He brushes it back as he enters.

Ash and green. What a juxtaposition. ]

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[Nothing, she wants to say. She knows she doesn't believe it, only right now she does. Zane's shadowy figure is a comfort, and the sheer backwardness of that baffles her. It just makes her expression harder as she stills, watching him approach.]

[When he gets close enough, she tilts her head at him. If he wants to talk, she can talk. If not, she'll be silent. A shadow. Like they have both always been.]