"Huh? What do you mean?" The answer is obvious, considering Silence is a magic user, but she doesn't seem to get it.

"... What's the downside. There's no way in hell that there isn't some sort of misfortune that would happen if I did. There is no way that it's that easy."

"...What do you think would happen if I severed the 'connection', or whatever. Other than the bright light going away."

Silence internally groaned before stating, "How would I know better if you're the one this light is hypothetically connected to?! Adding on, how am I suppose to break the connection? You're pretty (censor)ing vague."

(The feeling when you write a POV and the site crashes)


Silence clicked her tongue, her eyebrows furrowing and her eyelid twitching ever-so-slightly. She's reaching her tolerance limit, which can as well be noted that the room's temperature has increased by a noticeable amount. Except for around Echo, which stays cold.

"Unfortunately, my age doesn't have much effect on how much I know. Have you ever considered that Galaxian possibly has not told me anything about his situations?"

Silence doesn't mention her terminal condition, nor does she mention its effects on her memories.

Her smile became very forced. She's starting to use her customer service voice.

It's a little scary.

"Also, we're in my damn house. I can ask as many (censor)ing questions I want."


Silence finally, begrudging, starts to use magic to try to:

1) Sense the source of light.
2) Sense what kind of energy or magic type the source is.
3) Find any weak points within the source.
4) Check on Hitan, because she just remembered she is holding him and he's been extremely quiet. Which is EXTREMELY suspicious.

Of course, two and three depend on if one is able to be achieved.

Silence is definitely going to complain later about how using magic is so tiring and how much it drains her.




(Silence a Karen Confirmed? XD)

Aww, Minty Mint :3

"Well. Then." She sucked air through her teeth like she was in pain. "Hhh. H. HHHHHH. HAAAA. Ha. Heeeeeeh. Hhhh... hh... Help."
This time, it's definitely a demand and not an ask.

Silence gritted her teeth. What was the one thing worse than apologizing? Asking for help.

Her face was contorted into an expression similar to if she ate an unripe lemon.

"Also, Hitan, the hell are you chewing on?" Silence asked, immediately followed with a grumble of, "If it's my (censor)ing hair-!"

Silence pulled Hitan away from her shoulder so she could look him in the face, and while doing so she asked Minty, "Well, can you find someone who can?"

(Aww, Hitan is so cute XD but also very relatable)

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Silence narrowed her eyes at him, but gently set him back against her shoulder. She would check the counter later.

"...Sure," Silence said.

A heavy thumping noise could be heard from upstairs, and perhaps a sound similar to a chicken's suprised squawking.

North had fallen off of his bed, startled awake by the ringing. He was still half asleep and very confused, stretching his wings as he rubbed at his ears, looking around as if he would find anyone around him. His snoring definitely stopped.

Silence pulled Hitan away from her shoulder to look him in the eye again, trying to see what he's chewing on.



North slowly blinked a few times, a smile starting to make it's way on his face. It's much more fitting than the grumpy, serious expression on his face when he woke up.

"...That's me! What doth thee needeth?"

Seems like North is still pretty sleepy. He continues to rub his ears.

Silence turned to look at the fridge and counter behind her.


North tilted his head, still grinning. He doesn't seem that worried, his optimism battling away any anxiety that phrasing could give.

"Certainly! What doest..." He yawned. "...What do I need to do?"

He's a bit more awake now, stretching and standing up. It seemed like the fact he needed to help Silence has woken him up a bit more.

Oh. Oh No.

Silence slowly looked at Hitan, confusion set on her face.

"...Are you eating (censor)ing Silly Bandz."



North could indeed see it, but he was rarely unnerved by much. He thought it was pretty.

He stood up completely and said, "Okay! Let me get a shirt on-"

North's room was a bit messy, cluttered with open books about various topics. He had multiple English, Spanish, and Common Tongue books and dictionaries. There were books about social etiquettes in multiple different cultures; there was a sea of opened recipe books, enough so in both number and quality that a professional chef or baker would become jealous. There were some anthropology and folklore books scattered about, and then there laid some Glitchian history books on his desk (which said desk was as well covered in inky, colorful maps, lined papers, letter envelopes, poetry journals, and books of Shakespeare plays).

He managed to find a loose shirt on the ground, and it took him a bit to button up the back around his wings. His siblings would have laughed at the way he managed to wiggle around on one foot as he awkwardly reached around to grab the buttons (he and Echo competing to be the least graceful out of the family), and perhaps Echo would help him button it up if she was there.

Finally, North stepped out of his room, triumphing his little moments of struggle. He forgot to tie his hair back, so he actually looked almost completely identical to Echo, minus the wings and scar differences, as well as his hair was longer. He made his way downstairs, lightly humming a joyful tune.